Hus.
O stumbling jade! The spavin overtake thee!
The fifty diseases stop thee^{2 note}

[Cry within.]
Follow, follow, follow.

Hus.
Ha! I hear sounds of men, like hue and cry.
Up, up, and struggle to thy horse; make on;
Dispatch that little beggar, and all's done.

[Cry within.]
Here, here; this way, this way.

Hus.
At my back? Oh,
What fate have I! my limbs deny me go.
My will is 'bated^{5 note}

Enter the Master of the College^{6 note}, three Gentlemen, and Attendants with halberds.

All.
Here, here; yonder, yonder.

Mast.
Unnatural, flinty, more than barbarous!
The Scythians, even the marble-hearted Fates,
Could not have acted more remorseless deeds,
In their relentless natures^{7 note}

Was this the answer I long waited on?
The satisfaction for thy prison'd brother?

Hus.
Why he can have no more of us than our skins^{8 note},
And some of them want but fleaing.

1 Gent.
Great sins have made him impudent^{9 note}

.

Mast.
He has shed so much blood, that he cannot blush.

2 Gent.
Away with him; bear him to the justice's.
A gentleman of worship dwells at hand:
There shall his deeds be blaz'd^{1 note}

Hus.
Why all the better.
My glory 'tis to have my action known;
I grieve for nothing, but I miss'd of one.

Mast.
There's little of a father in that grief^{2 note}

:
Bear him away. [Exeunt.

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