| [Hickson:] Over here, miss. Here he is. He wasn't in he's room at the inn last monday, right, and I | |
| Went looking for him. I found him here in a poor fettle. I thought I'd better fetch you, miss | |
| Prudence. | |
| [Prudence:] My god it's him...Antracon...my love | |
| [Antracon:] Their eyes so hollow so hollow | |
| [Prudence:] What's happened to you? Why are you all covered in blood? | |
| [Antracon:] Every whore shall burn...every whore shall burn | |
| [Prudence:] Hickson, help him up to the street and into my carriage. We've... | |
| [Hickson:] Here we go sir Prudence...got to get him out of town. We'll take him to my father's | |
| Hunting lodge |