A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 11

SCENE VI.

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_Enter_ HARPAX _and_ FURBO.

HAR. Stay, villain, stay! though safety 'tself defend thee, Thou diest.

FUR. Come, do thy worst; thrust sure, or die.

CRI. For heaven's sake, gentlemen, stay your hands: help, help! Help, Albumazar!

HAR. Thus to the hinderer Of my revenge.

CRI. Save me, Albumazar.

FUR. And thus, and thus, and thus.

CRI. Master, I die, I die.

HAR. Fliest thou, Base coward? Tis not thy heels can save thee. [_Exeunt._