583Ser. Oh, I am
scarce able to heave up my
self,
584He has
so bruis'd me with his devilli
sh weight,
585And torn my
fle
sh with his bloud-ha
sty
spur,
586A man before of ea
sie con
stitution,
587Till now hells power
supplied, to his
souls wrong,
588Oh how damnation can make weak men
strong.
589Enter Master and two servants. 590 Ser. Oh the mo
st pittious deed,
sir,
since you came.
591 Mr. A deadly greeting; hath he
sum'd up the
se
592To
sati
sfie his brother? here's another,
593And by the bleeding infants, the dead mother.
595 Ma. Surgeons, Surgeons,
she recovers life,
596One of his men all faint and bloudied.
597 1. Ser. Follow, our murderous Ma
ster has took
598Hor
se to kill his child at nur
se, oh follow quickly.
599 Ma. I am the readie
st, it
shall be my charge
600To rai
se the Town upon him.
601Exit Master and Servants. 602 1. Ser. Good
sir follow him.
603 Wife. Oh my children.
604 1. Ser. How is it my mo
st a
ffli
cted Mi
stress?
605 Wife. Why do I now recover? why half live?
606To
see my children bleed before mine eyes,
607A
sight, able to kill a Mothers brea
st without an Execu
- 608tioner; what, art thou mangled too?
609 1. Ser. I thinking to prevent what his quick mi
schiefs
610had
so
soon a
cted, came and ru
sht upon him,
611We
strugled, but a fouler
strength then his
612Ore-threw me with his armes, then he did brui
se me,
613And rent my
fle
sh, and rob'd me of my hair,
614Like a man mad in execution,
615Made me un
fit to ri
se and follow him.
616 Wife. What is it hath beguil'd him of all grace?
617And
stole away humanity from his brea
st,
618To
slay his children, purpo
sed to kill his wife,
619And
spoil his
servants.
621 Both. Plea
se you leave this accur
sed place,
622A Surgeon waits within.
623 Wife. Willing to leave it;
624'Tis guilty of
sweet bloud, innocent bloud,
625Murder hath took this chamber with full hands,
626And will not out as long as the hou
se
stands.
Exeunt.