The Conspiracy of the Pazzi A Tragedy |
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SCENE THE SIXTH.
Lorenzo, Guglielmo, Bianca, Raymond, and a reinforcement of Soldiers.Lo.
Slay him!
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Oh sight!
Bi.
And dost thou live, my brother?
Have pity ...
Lo.
Here the miscreant sought a refuge;
And slunk from danger to his consort's arms.
In vain; drag him force.
Bi.
My spouse! ... my children! ...
Ray.
Thou manacled, oh father! ...
Gu.
And thou wounded!
Lo.
Oh! what do I behold? Thy faithless blood
Thou sheddest from thy side! Now, who forestall'd
My arm?
Ray.
Mine; but it err'd: this was a blow
Aim'd at thy brother's heart. But he from me
Had many more like this.
Lo.
Dead is my brother;
But I live, yes, I live; and to kill me,
A soul unlike that of an inexpert,
That of a perjured, and a dastard priest,
Was needful. Salviati lifeless fell;
And with him fell his comrades: I reserved
Thy father only, that to see thy death
Ere he gain'd his, might aggravate his pangs.
Bi.
What boots this cruelty? He languishes
Half dead ...
Lo.
And thus half dead, do I exult ...
Bi.
He hath the punishment of his offence.
Lo.
What do I see? Dost thou embrace a wretch
Stain'd with thy brother's blood?
Bi.
He is my husband ...
And he is dying ...
Ray.
Whence dost thou beseech him?—
See, if thy death were trusted to my power,
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Bi.
What hast thou done?
Ray.
I ... never ... strike ... in vain ...
Gu.
Oh son! ...
Ray.
Oh father!
Imitate me. Behold the sword.
Bi.
'Tis mine.
Lo.
No, it is mine ... Thou murderer of my brother,
How many other deaths, oh sword, art thou
Ordain'd to give!
Ray.
Consort, farewell ... for ever ...
Bi.
And shall I live? ...
Gu.
Oh terrible sight!—Quick, quick,
Put me to death: why dost thou hesitate?
Lo.
Now to thy infamous torture thou shalt go.—
Meanwhile by force from that unworthy neck
Sever the weeping lady. Time alone
Can sooth her grief.—And time alone can prove
That I'm no tyrant, and that these are traitors.
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