My life so promptly sav'd--not courtesy,
But breath did fall me.

_Crom._ 'Tis a fearful thing
That I have done. A life! I might have struck
Less fiercely. God forgive me for the deed.
[_To Arthur._] Would he have slain thee?

_Arth._ 'Twas a murderer
Most double-dyed in blood. I heard them speak
His guilt.--

_Crom._ O, I could weep! and yet his death
Had the best reason for't.
Whence comest thou, sir?

_Arth._ I am but late returned unto this land.

[_Re-enter WILLIAM._]

_Will._ Yes! yes, from Italy, Rome, gracious sir!
Us'd to these things, you see--

_Crom._ Peace, knave, thou scoffest!
Revilest thou; because a fellow-sinner's dead?
Shame be upon thee!

_Will._ [_Aside._] If I should be impertinent to him,
'twill be behind his back. He hath a quelling eye;
although a man fear not. Now, amidst other brave men