Let me once more but feel thy hand in mine
And send me where ye will: my being then
RAYNER (to Bertram and Richard).
My father died i' the field a valiant death,
And shall his son upon the scaffold die
O'ercome and weak, reft of that decent firmness
Which ev'n the base and vulgar there assume?
O lead her hence! in mercy lead her hence!
(Bertram and Richard tear her from him, and lead her away, whilst he turns his back, and hides his face with his hands.)
ELIZABETH (stopping short, and tossing up her arms distractedly as they are leading her out).
I hear it yet again!
RAYNER (uncovering his face, and looking about eagerly, whilst Hardibrand rushes forward impetuously from the bottom of the stage, where he has been pacing backward and forward with hasty strides).
MARDONIO.
Of fond distraction list'ning to itself.
