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Alice: Master Franklin, where did you leave my husband?
Believe me, I saw him not since morning. Fear you not, he’ll come anon; meantime you may do well to bid your guests sit down.
Alice: I one of them? what means such a question?
I fear me he was murdered in this house and carried to the fields; for from that place backwards and forwards you may see the print of many feet within the snow. And look about this chamber where we are, and you should find part of his guiltless blood, for in his slipshoe did I find some rushes, which argueth he was murdered in this room.
Michael: Ay, truly.
It is his blood, which you hast shed. But if I live, thou and thy ‘complices which have conspired and wrought his death shall rue it.
Alice: But bring me to him, let me see his body.
Bring that villain and Mosbie’s sister too; and one of you go to the flower-de-luce, and seek for Mosbie and apprehend him too.
Mayor: Say, Mosbie, what made thee murder him?
Study not for an answer, look not down; his purse and girdle at thy bed’s head witness sufficiently thou didst the deed; it bootless is to swear thou didst it not.