SCEN. IV.
Scene, A Field.
Enter Bruce and Lovis, and traverse the Stage.
Then enter four or five men in disguises.
1 Man.
This way they went; besure you kill the Villain;
Let pity be a stranger to your breasts.
2 Man.
We have been bred, you know, unacquainted with
Compassion.
3 Man.
But why, Colonel, shou'd you so eagerly
Pursue his life? he has the report of
A gallant Man.
1 Man.
He murder'd my Father.
3 Man.
I have heard he kill'd him fairly in
The Field at Nasby.
1 Man.
He kill'd him, that's enough; and I my self.
Was witness: I accus'd him to the
Protector, and subborn'd Witness
To have taken away his life by form
Of Law; but my Plot was discover'd, and
He yesterday releas'd; since which I've
Watch'd an opportunity, without the
Help of seeming Justice, for my Revenge.
Strike home.—
3 Man.
We are your hired slaves; and since
You'l have it so, we'l shed his blood,
And never spare our own.
Exeunt, drawing their swords.