Lambert. Oh, I am slaine! 70
Serlsbie. And I,—Lord have mercie on me!
1 Scholler. My father slaine!—Serlby, ward that.
2 Scholler. And so is mine![1537]—Lambert, Ile quite thee well.
The two Schollers stab on[e] another.
Bungay. O strange strattagem!
Bacon. See, Frier, where the fathers[1538] both lie dead!— 75
Bacon, thy magicke doth effect this massacre:
This glasse prospective worketh manie woes;
And therefore seeing these brave lustie Brutes,[1539]