Through my bad workmanship I now have none;

I have lost her and thee.

Win. I know she's dead;

But you

have me still.

Frank. Nay, her, this hand

Murdered; and so I lose thee too.

Win. Oh me!

Frank. Be quiet; for thou art my evidence, Jury and Judge: sit quiet, and I'll tell all.

While they are conversing in a low tone, Old CARTER and KATHERINE meet at the door of the room.

Kath. I have run madding up and down to find you,

Being laden with the heaviest news that ever
Poor daughter carried.

Car. Why? is the boy dead?

Kath. Dead, sir!

Oh, father, we are cozen'd; you are told

The murderer sings in prison, and he laughs

here.

This villain kill'd my sister; see else, see,

[Takes up his vest; and shows the knife to her father, who secures it.

A bloody knife in's pocket!

Car. Bless me, patience!

[Doc paws softly at FRANK, and exit.

Frank. [Seeing them.] The knife! the knife! the

knife!

Kath. How the devil steels our brows after doing ill!

Frank. My stomach and my sight are taken from

me;

All is not well within me.

Car. I believe thee, boy: I that have seen so many moons clap their horns on other men's foreheads to strike them sick; yet mine to scape, and be well! I that am as sound as an honest man's conscience when he's dying, I should cry out as thou dost," All is not well within me," felt I but the bag of thy imposthumes. Ah, poor villain! ah, my wounded rascal! all my grief is, I have

now small hope of thee.

Frank. Do the surgeons say my wounds are dangerous, then!

Car. Yes, yes, and there's no way with thee but one.*

Frank. Would he were here to open them.

Car. I'll go to fetch him; I'll make an holiday to see thee as I wish.

Frank. A wond'rous kind old man.

Win. Your sin's the blacker,

[Exit.

So to abuse his goodness,-[Aside to Frank.]-
Master, how do you?-[Aloud.]
Frank. Pretty well now, boy; I have such odd
qualms

e.] A prover

• Yes, yes, and there's no way with thee but one. bial expression for an inevitable event--death. Thus Mrs. Quickly of poor Sir John-" After I saw him fumble with the sheets, and smile upon his finger ends, I knew there was but one way," &c.-GIFFORD.

VOL. II.

Come cross my stomach:-I'll fall too; boy, cut

me

Re-enter CARTER, followed by Servants, with the body of SUSAN in a coffin.

What's that?

Car. That? what? oh, now I see her; 'tis a young wench, my daughter, sirrah, sick to the death; and hearing thee to be an excellent rascal for letting blood, she looks out at a casement, and cries, "Help! help! stay that man! him I must have or none.

Frank. For pity's sake remove her; see, she

stares

With one broad open eye

still in my face!

Car. Thou puttest both her's out like a villain as thou art; yet, see! she is willing to lend thee one again, to find out the murderer, and that's thyself.

Frank. Old man, thou liest.

Car. So shalt thou-in the gaol. Run for offi

cers.

Kath. Oh thou merciless slave!

She was (though yet above ground) in her grave

To me but thou hast torn her up again—

Mine eyes, too much drown'd, now must feel more rain.

Car. Fetch officers. [Exit KATH. with servants. Frank. For whom?

Car. For thee, sirrah! sirrah! Some knives have foolish posies upon them, but thine has a villainous one; look!-[showing the bloody knife

oh, it is enamelled with the heart-blood of thy hated wife, my beloved daughter! What say'st thou to this evidence? is't not sharp? does't not strike home? thou canst not answer honestly, and without a trembling heart, to this one point, this terrible bloody point.

Win. I beseech you, sir,

Strike him no more; you see he's dead already. Car. Oh, sir! you held his horses; you are as arrant a rogue as he: up go you too.

Frank. As you're a man,

woman

throw not upon that

Your loads of tyranny, for she is innocent.
Car. How? how? a woman!

Win. I am not as my disguise speaks me, sir, his page;

But his first, only wife, his lawful wife.

Car. How? how? more fire i' th' bed-straw!* Win. The wrongs which singly fell upon your daughter,

On me are multiplied; she lost a life;
But I an husband and myself must lose,

If

you call him to a Bar for what he has done. Car. He has done it then?

Win. Yes, 'tis confess'd to me.

Frank. Dost thou betray me?

Win. Oh pardon me, dear heart! I am mad to lose thee,

And know not what I speak; but if thou didst, I must arraign this father for two sins, Adultery and murder.

More fire i' th' bed-straw!] A proverbial expression for more concealed mischief!-GIFford.

Re-enter Katherine.

Kath. Sir, they are come.

Car. Arraign me for what thou wilt, all Middlesex knows me better for an honest man, than the middle of a market-place knows thee for an honest woman. Rise, sirrah, and don your tacklings; rig yourself for the gallows, or I'll carry thee thither on my back: your trull shall to the gaol with you; there be as fine Newgate birds as she, that can draw him in: out on's wounds!

Frank. I have serv'd thee, and my wages now are paid;

Yet my worst punishment shall, I hope, be staid. [Exeunt.