Exeunt.
Enter the Empresse Sonnes, with Lauinia, her hands cut off and her tongue cut out, and rauisht.
Deme. So now goe tell and if thy tongue can speake,
Who t'was that cut thy tongue and rauisht thee
Chi. Write downe thy mind, bewray thy meaning so,
And if thy stumpes will let thee play the Scribe
Dem. See how with signes and tokens she can scowle
Chi. Goe home,
Call for sweet water, wash thy hands
Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash.
And so let's leaue her to her silent walkes
Chi. And t'were my cause, I should goe hang my selfe
Dem. If thou had'st hands to helpe thee knit the cord.
Exeunt.