583Ser. Oh, I am scarce able to heave up my self,

584He has so bruis'd me with his devillish weight,

585And torn my flesh with his bloud-hasty spur,

586A man before of easie constitution,

587Till now hells power supplied, to his souls wrong,

588Oh how damnation can make weak men strong.

590 Ser. Oh the most pittious deed, sir, since you came.

591 Mr. A deadly greeting; hath he sum'd up these

592To satisfie his brother? here's another,

593And by the bleeding infants, the dead mother.

594 Wife. Oh, oh.

595 Ma. Surgeons, Surgeons, she recovers life,

596One of his men all faint and bloudied.

597 1. Ser. Follow, our murderous Master has took

598Horse to kill his child at nurse, oh follow quickly.

599 Ma. I am the readiest, it shall be my charge

600To raise the Town upon him.

602 1. Ser. Good sir follow him.

603 Wife. Oh my children.

604 1. Ser. How is it my most afflicted Mistress?

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 breast without an Execu-

608tioner; what, art thou mangled too?

609 1. Ser. I thinking to prevent what his quick mischiefs

610had so soon acted, came and rusht upon him,

611We strugled, but a fouler strength then his

612Ore-threw me with his armes, then he did bruise me,

613And rent my flesh, and rob'd me of my hair,

614Like a man mad in execution,

615Made me unfit to rise and follow him.

616 Wife. What is it hath beguil'd him of all grace?

617And stole away humanity from his breast,

618To slay his children, purposed to kill his wife,

619And spoil his servants.

621 Both. Please you leave this accursed 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,