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Scæna 2.
Enter Duke of Venice, Lord Prusias Attend.Lord.
These apparitions doe import more weight
Then our distracted iudgements can yet poize,
Yet mighty Duke suspend a while all feare
If both my power in state and worth in honor
May be sufficient gage to be your guarde
Then thinke you are in safety.
Ven.
Sir we thanke you: neither is there one
I dard assure such safety as from you,
And to that end I brought this gentleman,
As well to acquaint you with this deepe occurrence,
That much concernes your present state, as craue
A guard for our security gainst daunger.
Prus.
Respect your guard great Duke. Villaine what art thou
Bord.
A most deiected parcell of mans flesh.
Prus.
Lend your eyes and see
A deede as blacke as is the time that hides it:
A murdered gentlewoman.
Lord.
Ignoble villaine, could thy coward-arme
Presume the least wrong to her feeble sexe?
Bord.
Wrong: heauens knowe I meant to haue done her as
much right as could haue bene done to one of her sexe.
Ven.
Death hath not changd her forme: see her face,
You may discerne her by her character.
Lord,
She beares the image of Timoclea
Wife hnto Borgias.
Ven.
Soule of delusion, in this very shape
The ghost of Iulia was presented vnto me.
Lord.
Amazement and the giddy thought of feare
Run an vnsteady circuit through my braine:
Thy feare and trembling doth proclaime thy guilt.
Bord.
Alas Sir my shaking proceedes of a standing ague I
haue had this two houres.
Lord.
The time importunates and craues suddaine counsell.
Guard ceaze him safe, some beare this body hence,
Wee'le vnto Borgias chamber, him wee'le wake,
Acquaint him with the ground of our suspition:
Meane time be safe in me: nor loue nor life
Shall turne mine honors current: Ile be your guard:
This hand seemes your person, or my sword
Shall in the Traytours heart make good my word.
Exeunt.
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