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SCENA DECIMA.
The Duke, Valerio, Alphonso, Carlos, Guards.Duke.
Alphonso , I am not deceiv'd,
Your sone is Living, I have seene him; having
Vnderstood, that Climene in a soowne
Fainted, being carefull of so faire a life,
And guided by my love, I went unto
Her house, where happilie I saw your sonne:
I know that she adores him, and dare say
That her disease wil Vanish, if he Lives:
Lastly I wish it, and am come of purpose
To be informed cleerelie of this truth.
Alphonso shewing the Duke the body which is upon the bed.
Alphonso.
Sir, you may easilie be cleerd herin;
Behould my sonne, judge if his losse be certaine:
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See, his congealed blood smoaks at your presence?
Duke.
It is too much I'm fullie satisfied
That he is dead; but what did Carlos heere
Without light?
Carlos.
To secure my Friend, I must
Feign hand somlie
—aside.
Duke.
He seemes to be astonish'd.
Carlos.
Sir, tis not without cause that I am so.
For comming here to understand the newes
of my deare Friend Fabritios destinie,
Assoone as I entered that open chamber,
His Ghost appear'd before me in a posture
So dreadfull, that I tremble to thinke on't:
He had the figure of a fearefull Fantasme,
His bosom was opened with a large wound,
His colour pale, and all his body bloodie.
He came towards me with a staggering pace,
And darted forth a look though languishing
Yet feirce; a bleak, and black blood issued
Out of his mouth, and in his eyes grim death
Walked the round.
Duke.
I also saw just now
Fabritios shape, but much lesse horrible,
Me thought he was alive.
Carlos.
I dare engage
My credit, that your Highnesse saw his shadow
As well as I.
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Tis that which doth confound me.
I still held for a fable what the vulgar
Report, of vaine ghostes, and could not imagine
That a spirit once departed from a body,
Should leave the dead to come among the living,
Cease to be simple, and be visible,
Having no more a body. Notwithstanding
This successe startles me, I could not think it,
And now I cannot doubt it. But adiew,
I see your griefe encreaseth by my presence.
Alphonso.
Sir, I waite on you.
Duke.
I know what is a Father, and that nature
VVill not allow him to pay homadges
To him that robbs him of a Sonne—
Exit Duke.
Alphonso.
How highly—
Am I indebled to you for this favour?—
To Carlos.
Carlos.
It is not great; twere requisite Fabritio
Should instantlie betake him to my house,
From whence he may unseene make his escape,
I'le goe unto the Duke now, to confirme him
Yet stronger in his errour.—
Exit Carlos.
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