Fla. O, mercy! on my knees I sue for mercy.
Vor. ’Twas I, ’twas I! this hand thy father murder’d.
Aur. And say’st thou this, e’en to my very face?
Vor. Ay, to thy face, and in thy ears I’ll ring it,
Till thou for mercy’s sake shalt strike the blow.
Enter Wortimerus, Catagrinus, Soldiers, Lords, &c.
Wort. What! my father?
Aur. My Flavia, for thy sake, I grant him life.
Vor. In charity, then, I pray ye bear me hence!
Aur. Ay, lead him toward the Friars.