A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 11
SCENE VI.
_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._