Ser.
Oh, I am scarce able to heave up myself,
He has so bruis'd me with his devilish weight,
And torn my flesh with his blood hasty spur:
A man before of easy constitution,
Till now Hell power supplied, to his soul's wrong:
O how damnation can make weak men strong^{7 note}
! Enter the Master of the College and two Servants.

Ser.
O the most piteous deed, sir, since you came!

Mast.
A deadly greeting^{8 note}
! Hath he summ'd up these
To satisfy his brother? Here's another;
And by the bleeding infants, the dead mother.

Wife.
Oh! oh!

Mast.
Surgeons! surgeons! she recovers life:—
One of his men all faint and bloodied!

1 Ser.
Follow; our murderous master has took horse
To kill his child at nurse. O, follow quickly.

Mast.
I am the readiest; it shall be my charge
To raise the town upon him^{9 note}.

1 Ser.
Good sir, do follow him. [Exeunt Master and two Servants.

Wife.
O my children!

1 Ser.
How is it with my most afflicted mistress?

Wife.
Why do I now recover? Why half live,
To see my children bleed before mine eyes?
A sight able to kill a mother's breast, without
An executioner.—What, art thou mangled too?

1 Ser.
I, thinking to prevent what his quick mischiefs
Had so soon acted, came and rush'd upon him.
We struggled; but a fouler strength than his
O'erthrew me with his arms* ^note; then did he bruise me,
And rent my flesh, and robb'd me of my hair;
Like a man mad in execution^{1 note},
Made me unfit to rise and follow him.

Wife.
What is it has beguil'd him of all grace,
And stole away humanity from his breast?
To slay his children, purpose to kill his wife,
And spoil his servants— Enter a Servant.

Serv.
Please you to leave this most accursed place:
A surgeon waits within.

Wife.
Willing to leave it?
'Tis guilty of sweet blood, innocent blood:
Murder has took this chamber with full hands,
And will ne'er out as long as the house stands. [Exeunt.

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