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Makes you so faint. Ha!-[Sees the bloody knife.] -here's none in your pocket;
I will go fetch a knife.
[Exit hastily. Frank. Will you?-'tis well, all's well.
FRANK searches first one pocket then the other, finds the knife, and then lies down.—The spirit of SUSAN comes to the bed's side: he starts at it, and then turns to the other side, but the spirit is there— meanwhile enter WINNIFREDE as a page, and stands sorrowfully at the foot of the bed.-FRANK terrified, sits up, and the spirit vanishes.
Frank. What art thou?
Win. A lost creature.
Frank. So am I too.-Win?
Ah, my she-page!
Win. For your sake I put on
A shape that's false; yet do I wear a heart
Frank. 'Would mine and thine
Were fellows in one house!-kneel by me here. On this side now! how dar'st thou come to mock
Outface me, stare upon me with strange postures; Turn my soul wild by a face in which were drawn A thousand ghosts leapt newly from their graves, To pluck me into a winding sheet!
Win. Believe it,
I came no nearer to you than yon place,
At your bed's feet; and of the house had leave,
Frank. Then 'twas my fancy;
Some windmill in my brains for want of sleep. Win. Would I might never sleep, so you could
But you have pluck'd a thunder on your head, Whose noise cannot cease suddenly; why should you
Dance at the wedding of a second wife,
When scarce the music which you heard at mine Had ta'en a farewell of you? O, this was ill! And they who thus can give both hands away, In th' end shall want their best limbs.
The chamber door's fast?
Frank. Sit thee then down;
And when thou'st heard me speak, melt into tears:
What gold soe'er I got, to make it thine.
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
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!
[DOG paws softly at FRANK, and exit.
Frank. [Seeing them.] The knife! the knife! the knife!
Kath. What knife?
Frank. To cut my chicken up, my chicken;Be you my carver, father.
Car. That I will.
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 never cast away a fee upon urinals, but 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,
So to abuse his goodness.-[Aside to Frank.]— Master, how do you?—[Aloud.]
9 Yes, yes, and there's no way with thee but one.] A proverbial 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.
Frank. Pretty well now, boy; I have such odd
Come cross my stomach:-I'll fall to; boy, cut
Win. You have cut me, I'm sure;-a leg or wing, sir?
Frank. No, no, no; a wing—
Would I had wings but to soar up yon tower!
[Re-enter CARTER, followed by Servants, with
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
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
Kath. Oh thou merciless slave!
She was (though yet above ground) in her grave To me; but thou hast torn [her] up again—