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SCENA OCTAVA.

Valerio, The Duke, Iacinta, Guards.
Valerio.
Oh, Sir, tis done, he's dead, in vaine he did
Indeavour to defend himselfe, he fell
Peirc'd with a thousand mortall stroaks, his soul
Found overtures ynough to sallie forth
His bloody body, covered o'r with wounds

Iacinta.
Oh! stay Sir.—

Comming forth of Climenes house.
Duke.
Thy cares are superfluous.
I am reveng'd, Iacinta, and Fabritio
Is dead.

Iacinta.
Oh if you love Climene, enter not
Into the house, she's scarce recovered yet
Of a great faintnes which seis'd on her spirits.

Duke.
The blood which I have shed, will cost her teares,
I will not goe, to add unto her griefes,
But retire me, a while, in the meane time,
Valerio, let it be your charge to goe
Vnto Fabritios Father, to acquaint him
With his sonnes death, and further let him know
That for his rash and sawcy insolence,
He hath receav'd but a just recompense.