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Actus Quintus.
Scena Prima.
A Chayre at the Arras.Enter Foreste Solus.
Foreste,
No, no, my Starres, it is too much to beare.
Though I were stomach'd like an Estridge,
Yet could I not digest such hard dealing.
My Wife defil'd, Corsa rauish'd. The Count
Abus'd where satisfaction is exempt
By Nature. My selfe proscrib'd to suffer
By the cheape vallour of obscure Villaines.
Would I had trode the humble path, and made
My industry lesse ambitious. The Shrub
Securelie growes. The tallest Tree, stands
Most in the winde. And thus we distinguish
The Noble from the base: the Noble finde
Their liues, and deaths still troublesome:
But humility doth sleepe, whilst the storme
Growes horce with scolding. My Gall o'reflowes my heart:
And drownes propitious Thoughts. I will be iust
Yet cruell too. The darkenesse of the Night
Is thicke. I feele as I grope for way—
Stay—That sickly light from her chamber breaks.
Minion Ile beginne with you.
Exit.
Corsa.
Sing gentle youth; who knowes if I shall liue
T'imploy thy voyce agen.
Song.
Boy.
Weepe no more for what is past
For Time in motion makes such hast
He hath no leasure to discry
Those errors which he passeth by.
If we consider Accident,
And how repugnant vnto sence,
It pays desert with bad euent:
We shall disparedge Prouidence.
Enter Foreste.
Forest.
This is your Dirge,
Corsa.
Hah! who is there?
Fores.
Tis I. Dismisse that trifle hence, and shut
The doore.
Corsa.
Farewell Youth! Get thee to bed.
exit Boy.
Fores.
But where's the rigled Hagg; th'incestuous lump
Of heate? where is she, speake?
Corsa.
Alas Sir, who doe you meane?
Fores.
Why she that Gossips with the Deuils Damme,
The subtill Bawde, your Woman. O Sister!
Corsa kneeles.
I haue heard all.—Nay doe not worke distinction thus.
Kneele not to me; you are my Patrons wife.
But yet where obligation is indeer'd;
There Iniurie condemns it selfe. Can you
Suruiue a wrong so eminent: a wrong
Committed 'gainst your Husband, and my Patron?
Corsa.
O Sir! I hope if you haue heard the trueth:
You will conclude it as a rape i'th' Duke;
Fores.
How, a rape! o weake, and immodest shift,
Were Aretine aliue; or had I brought
A Crew of Midwiues heere: whose obscene art
Might warrant the distinction good;
Although the cause did blush, to owne th'effect;
Yet thy appeale might stand: but heere are none.
If compulsion doth insist, vntill
Enforcement breed delight, we cannot say,
The femall suffers. Acceptance at the last,
Disparageth the not consenting at the first:
Calls her deniall, her vnskilfulnesse;
And not a virtuous frost i'th' blood.
Come, sit thee downe.—Or if ye meane to pray,
Kneele, and be nimble in deuotion.
Thou art to dye.
Corsa.
My Noble Brother!
Doe not fright my sufferance: vse me kindly
With your tongue, and lookes: I am already
Reconcil'd to Heauen; and would perhaps
Consent to your designe.
Fores.
Blessed speech! thou shalt prescribe my gesture
And my Phrase.
Corsa.
T'were not vnnaturall in me, to wish
For life! yet minding what constructions
The world nay make of my sinister chance—
Fores.
I there's the point. The giddy multitude
Haue neither skill, nor leasure to conuince
Supposition, with Arguments of strength
And charitie. Their quicke censure, brings such
Effect, as Spectacles, when vs'd in hast;
Which then doe rather aggrauate the shape:
Then giue distinction of the forme. Who, who,
Would liue to be an Argument for them?
Corsa.
Doe ye conclude then, that I must now dye?
Fores.
Why ist not apt, and pregnant to your sence,
It should be so?
Ere I take my last leaue of my kinde Lord.
Fores.
Ceremonious forme, doth oft, so long
Delay our iourney; till it prooue too late
To reach our home. T'is a long way to Heauen.
We must make hast. Nay, if your courage faile
Before it comes vnto the test: I shall
Prepare to be vnkind. Grimme, black fancy
Could you indure to see your Lord; defil'd,
Polluted as you are? That kinde Patron
To all our family; whose constant loue
Is warranted by Time; that best can iudge
Of constancy. Who tooke you to his bed;
Vpon conditions cheape, and dangerous
To his owne estate.
Corsa.
Sir, speake no more: but vse me as you please;
I will obay in all.
Fores.
Come, stretch downe your Arme: and permit this Scarfe
To fastne it to th'Chaire. Then vaile your Eies.
We must not trust a Woman's vallour so—
Corsa.
Oh, oh, oh.
Fores,
The torture's past. Thy wrist vaynes are cut, Heere
In this Bason bleed: till drynesse make them curle
Like Lute-strings in the fire—
Corsa.
Commend me to my deerest Lord. I am
His humble sacrifice. Hee'le not be more
Vnwilling to grant attonement: then I
Haue beene to neede it. The Fates giue others
Expiation: which now they want themselues.
I speake too loude. For who dares chide with them
That may imploy Thunder.
Fores.
Her beauty 'gins to wither. She distills
Like to a Rose. O could I separate
The blood defil'd from what is pure: I would
Shed that; then restraine the current, know!
(Vnskilfull Nature) If operation
Should long subsist in such grosse mixture: Men,
Would be Deuils 'ere they liu'd in Hell.
I come Celestiall Quire!—
She riseth vp.
Fores.
Extasie! through weakenes in expence of blood!
Deare sister! Disturbe not your last Minutes.
Corsa.
I must ascend—
Fores.
How! would you enter Heauen; with fetters on
Your Soule? clogg'd with these mortall Limbs. Sit downe,
Expire in peace.
Corsa.
O my Brother! whilst I am yet humane,
Let me feele some interest in your blood.
What fault of mine deserues impediments
In my last iourney? If my Lord were heere
He would haue seene me vs'd with mercy.
Fores.
Sweete Soule! these, are but mistakes of weakenesse.
Corsa.
Will not my Lord be mercifull; to me,
And to my memory.
riseth vp.
Fores.
Sit still. I bring no negatiue reply.
Thy worth shall shine in such a Character:
That being dead; he needs must wooe thy Ghost.
Corsa.
And will Posterity consent, that I
Abide in List; with those of modest fame?
Fores.
That Astrologer; who spys thee first
Within a Starre: must not finde thee billeted
Neere to Venus. Such error in his Act;
Would make me wreath his Body into Cords.
And with prolix strength draw the dull Caytiffe,
Through his slender Optick.
Corsa.
Oh, oh, oh—
Recorders: Sadly.
Fores.
A Convulsion in her Arteries!
Corsa.
Mercy Heauen!
She dies. still Musicke aboue.
Fores.
Hearke!
As she ascends, the Spheares doe welcome her,
With their owne Musicke.—Her Soule is gone!
Hah? whether is it gone? O vast suspence!
Madnesse succeeds inquirie. Fooles of Nature!
Cease Rec.
What Ancestor (that dyde long since) hath brought
Vs newes of his abode! or told vs how
They vse him in the other world? O this
That we would willingly dismisse suspence
With Eiesight not with consequence.
For he that sees through Faith, but flatters doubt.
Faith's a Perspectiue; through whose narrow lane;
Little things (far of) seeme so much too great,
Too neere: that what was first vnknowne is more
Estrang'd from knowledge, then it was before.
Yet by the rules of lawfull notion: It
Goes well with her: for she was euer giuen
To prayer: superstitious in humilitie:
And euen vnthrifty in her charitie.
She held her Virtues in such high extreames,
That her Diuinity was troublesome.
Grew from a Saint, a holy Cynick. Sleepe heere:
A sacrifice to thy wrong'd Lord: Till I
(Thy Priest) become an Executioner
To him; who was thy cruell Rauisher.
Exit Foreste.
Enter Duke, and Castruchio.
Duke.
Doth she insist in censure of the act
With such a sterne impatience, and dislike?
Cast.
Euen so (Sir) my intelligence imports.
For since her Woman, was dismissed: she sent
A Messenger vnto Lucca; to vrge,
Her Lords returne: whom (by a labor'd consequence)
I doe expect within this Hower. Hee'le choose
To trauaile in the Night for priuacie.
Duke.
And I haue sent to stay him there: vntill
A new Commission order his returne.
Cast.
Most royall Sir, you then may guesse what frights
Such opposition in these messages
Will nourish in his Heart. And being yong,
He cannot feede on doubts. Hee'le rather thinke
His interest in you his preuiledge to erre:
So, slight your Mandate, and come home,
Duke.
Remorse doth cherish danger! Let me be safe.
Secure me in thy wholesome Art. I would
Expresse my selfe without a Tongue—
Cast.
My gracious Lord; my apprehension lies
Not in my Eares but in my Braine. I can
Conceiue without the noyse of words. It shewes
Apparent to my intellect: the Count
Presuming on that free adresse, he still
Hath had vnto your person: will hither bring
Corsa, and Foreste to shew the shape,
And quality, of his new sufferance.
Be you within your bed, to free you from
The worlds suspition: whilst I doe place
Behind the Gallery doore (which leads vnto
Your Closset Chappell) such trusty spirits,
As shall dare to thrust their weapons home.
Duke.
O quintesence of Soule. I will deuote
My actions wholly to thy vse. Goodnight.
Exit
Cast.
May slumber ceaze vpon your royall Eies
With gentle closure. Know, poore Foreste!
The bag that holds my Gall is so immense,
Enter Duke.
That when I steepe thee in it thou art drownd.
Duke.
Castruchio; I haue better thought vpon't.
Cast.
My gracious Lord.
Duke.
I would not haue thee hurt my Boy: vse him
Kindly for my sake.
Cast.
Shall I not strike him heere; betweene the Ribbes?
Duke.
Not for the world. Thou dost not know his Soule.
He's of so soft, so sweete a propertie,
That he inchants where he is knowne. Besides,
I finde I am so powerfull o're his youth:
That I shall soone extirpate from his memory
The wrong I did his Wife, and him. As for
Foreste: his experience is of growth
Too stubborne, of practise stiffe; and will not
Be remoo'd from his reuenge, by strength of words.
My Boy be gently vs'd for my sake. Farewell—
Exit Duke.
Cast.
This is a silly kinde of loue!
But let me thinke—So to contriue this plot:
That Lothario may destroy Foreste,
And I him to make his silence safe! humh—
Enter Duke.
Duke.
No; it must not be—
Cast.
My royall Lord!
Duke.
Lucio (my Boy) is not proscrib'd. Take heed
Castruchio! If thou dost extend thy hand:
In motion, boysterous, and rough to him;
Thou dost infect all thy other kindnesse:
And I shall see thee as a Cocatrice:
That will enforce my Optick-nerues to shrinke,
And pull my Eies into my skull. Looke to't.
Cast.
Most gracious Sir, were his person bulwark'd
With the Alpes: were he hidden in's owne feare;
He could not be more safe, then you haue made him.
Duke.
Once more then good Night.
exit.
Cast.
A plague vpon this turdy loue. Such thoughts
When first your Blood did make your Vaines to swell
(Like Bridges 'ore your flesh) had preuented
My imployment. Softely, softely.
Feare, and suspition euer walke on Egges.
Enter Foreste, and Seruants with a Light.
Fores.
Leaue heere the Light, and goe to Bed.
Exit Seruant.
Breake ope the doore, breake ope the doore.
within cry
Fores.
Hah! who counsels so vnlawfully?
Enter Lucio and Seruants.
Lucio.
O Foreste! the fatall Houre is come
Ring out your Bells, vntill they wake the dead.
Let the Drumme murmure in a sable Bagge.
Reuerse your Muskets, and traile your stubborne Pikes
And the shrill Phiph be hoarce. The fatall Hower,
Is come.
Forest.
Why, what's the matter Sir?
Lucio.
O my wife! by this she did entreat me
he shewes a Letter.
Suddenly, (vpon some vrgent cause)
To haste from Lucca to her: Iust now;
I lighted from my Horse, enter'd her Chamber:
And found her newly murdered in her Chayre.
My Seruants say that my arriuall there,
Did iust succeed your departure from her.
Fores.
Dismisse your Seruants, and you shall know all.
Lucio.
Hence, and expect me strait at home.
Exeunt seru.
Fores.
I pray come hither Sir.—Doe you dislike
That iustice which depriu'd your Wife of breath?
Lucio.
Doest thou call it Iustice?
Fores.
Yes, in the noblest straine: she was defil'd.
The royall Goate (the Duke) hath rauish'd her:
And I (that neuer could admit excuse
In points of honor) (where euer suspition
Sufficeth to condemne) did summon vp
My memory: wherein the kinde effects,
Of your best loue to vs are registred.
And finding you betray'd in your owne Fort!
I slit her Wrist-vaynes, and gaue perpetuall
Liberty, to her polluted Blood.
Lucio.
O Villaine! more bloody then the Tyger;
Whose empty Entrailes noyse, doth (Trumpet-like)
Encourage cruelty; Though thou didst slight her
As my poore Wife: yet she might well expect
Some mercy, as being thy owne sister.
Fores.
Had she included all propinquity
Of blood; which lawfull Mariage keepeth knowne,
Or promiscuous Copulation, maketh
Intricate: this bare word (Honor) had bin
Enough, t'haue diuorc'd her from my mercy.
Sweete Lord; doe not mistake your Seruant:
Was to base for your vse.
Lucio.
A bloody kindnesse to distinguish so.
She was no Adulteresse, but enforc'd. Her thoughts
Were pure: and such a noble sympathy
Indeerd her Soule to mine; that her owne Teares,
Might soone haue wash'd away her Bodys staine.
And she againe seeme cleane. Corsa!
O my Wife! my bosome Girle! where art thou?
Speake, no reply? Art thou so much busied
With thy new acquaintance now in Heauen:
That thy poore Lord, may not borrow one word
At parting? Draw, draw ingratefull Monster!
That hast preuented thus our Dialogue.
Fores.
Sir, coole your spleene! take breath awhile:
And heare me speake.
Lucio.
No false Syren! thou holy Hypocrite!
I know thy tricks too well! 'Cause I am yong,
Too soft of heart, and apt to melt
In euery flame of my owne triuiall loue;
Therefore thou thinkst to practise on me now
With subtill phrase. Draw, or else thou dy'st.
Fores.
Come—Let me dye (as she) a sacrifice
To thee my Patron.
offers his naked brest.
Lucio.
A sacrifice to me! O Foreste!
Why dost thou multiply thy skill
flings away his Sword.
To thy friends preiudice? It is not well,
In troth it is not. Imply thy owne heart:
Thinke vpon't thy selfe. Tis not kindely done:
I should not haue vs'd you thus—
Fores.
O my deere Lord! where did I loose your heart?
I am o'recome at these expressions.
I cannot weepe much: yet my Eies are moyst.
O my vnskilfull gratitude! what dire
Mistake, confounds our properties! I kill'd
A Sister, to secure a Friend. T'was ill,
Twas not the right way. A true Romane now,
Dismisse his owne Soule: and not permit
Moysture in youthfull Eies, thus to disgrace
The strength of elder loue, I cannot weepe,
But our diuinity supplyes vs with
Discreeter wayes, to make affection knowne;
Enough. I will prefix but one short Houre,
To thinke vpon't. Heere sir. Sheath your good sword,
Till reuenge prooue ripe. And I coniure
By all my Sisters loue to follow me:
In whose behalfe, your iustice may imploy
It selfe. Which done, you shall behold my Heart
Without a Perspectiue.
If it concerneth her; by whom thou dost
Coniure my seruice, I'm bound to follow thee.
Fores.
What hoa!
Enter Luinna.
Luin.
My Lord.
Fores.
Come Minion, come along with vs. You walke
Vnto the Barre. If triall find thee false;
Thou shalt be scattered into Attomes.
Luin.
O my deuining Soule! Sure my Sister
Is not safe
Exeunt omnes.
Enter Castruchio, Lothario, Cossimo, seuerall wayes.
Cast.
Signior Lothario!
Loth.
Heere! Signior Cossimo!
Cos.
I am heere, Speake low. Cosen Castruchio.
Cast.
I am heere too. Why are we scattered thus?
Cos.
T'is in search of Borachio; who fearing
Danger in this action, commits himselfe
Very tamely to his Heeles.
Cast.
Let him be damn'd vnthought of. Haue you heard,
Or seene a Passenger.
Cos.
No, yet Lothario giues me notice:
Of an Asses eare.
Loth.
Passes there (say you) who is't?
Cos.
He ecchoes by mistake. No body: but
My Cousen says he'le lugge the Asses eare,
Speaking of your Man.
Loth.
The Butchers dog shall saue him a labor.
Cast.
Well Gentlemen, I haue intelligence
(By my Boy) that Foreste, and the Count,
Are comming hither. Looke to't. But let the Count
Be safe. You know his voyce Lothario?
Loth.
Very distinctly.
Cast.
Well, any Man (but he) that stirres his Tongue,
Enuites his owne ruine. Giue me your Hands
I'le bring ye to a doore: through which, if they
Doe passe, it must be ouer vs.
Loth.
Leaue Foreste to my charge for I am
His impediment.
Cos.
Softely, softely.
Exeunt Omnes.
The Duke (on his Bed) is drawne forth.
Enter Foreste, Lucio, Luinna.
Fores.
Now set we the reflex at liberty.
He opens a darke Lanthorne.
Heere let me beg your tariance: 'till I
Resolue a doubt that most concernes my Heart.
Lucio.
You shall. But doe not execute reuenge,
Vpon the Duke; till my assent encourage thee.
Fores.
My actions are confin'd: Vpon, not in
The Bed? Guilt confounds all order, and makes,
Our rest vnnaturall. Mistresse, stand you there.
He leads Her to stand at the Beds feete.
Duke.
Hah! from whence that light! who waites within.
Foreste, is it you? what doe you meane
By this vnciuill visitation!
I am not so vnthrifty of my time
To ioyne replys, vnto demands, I must
Depriue you of your Soule.
Duke.
How? Is this Language lawfull, vnto me
Thy Soueraigne Prince. Did not high-prouidence,
Treble the assurance of my safety:
By Guards inuisible, when I was first
Predestinate to this supreame function?
And darst thou tempt the strength of Heauen?
Fores.
I know t'were a prophane curiosity
In me, to question the prerogatiues
Of a free Prince. For Ignorance, and a dull,
Easie faith; must flatter bondage still.
Or Libertie (th'eldest Child of Nature)
Confounds predominance, by suing for
Equalitie amongst the Sonnes of Men:
And so reuokes a Chaos.
Duke.
Which soone returnes: vnlesse distinction
Perswade thee fixe my Royalty, aboue
Thy reach: that art my naturall Subiect.
Fores.
Enough false Sir. Warme not the ayre with words.
Be still, or I conclude ye in a trice,
And now requite the Leasure, I permit
For prayer: by a true reply to what
I shall demand.
Duke.
I will.
Fores.
Looke on your opposite.
Did you euer make her an Adulteresse?
Speake truth, so come your Soule to Heauen.
Duke.
Neuer. So come my Soule to Heauen, as I
Speake truth.
Fores.
O Sir?
Take heede the Periurer hath little hope
On the last day, to hide himselfe i'th' Crowde.
He is a sinner much too eminent.
But what meant that Iewell which you gaue her;
And which she conceald; till its owne lusture
Duke.
I gaue it to disguise the cause, for which
I sent the other vnto Corsa.
Lucio.
That name will prick my fury on: although
I striue to be propitious.
Fores.
I know Luinna, thou art mercifull:
Forgiue me gentle Girle. It was the first
Bargaine we did make i'th' Church, to Share
In sufferance.
Luin.
And 'tis my duty Sir, to be most prompt
In the obseruance.
Fores,
My Lord!
Lucio.
A rude summons, that calls me as a Iudge,
To censure on the errors of my Prince.
Duke.
What, Is he there too? O killing obiect
Fores.
Behold (yong Lord) the cruell Rauisher,
Whom Time himselfe shall neuer parallell,
Though he suruay his old Records, and scratch
His reuerend Head to waken memory.
Lucio.
O horror! furnish vs (sweet Heauen) with some
Instinct. Inspire remorse: or we accuse
Thy skilfulnesse to predestine vs a Prince:
Murdring, whom thou didst annoint our Soueraigne.
Fores.
My heart swells. I'm full of griefe, and danger.
Some Iron Hoopes to helpe my Ribbes, or I shall burst.
Duke.
The cause deserues great alteration.
More then mortallity can see, and yet
Be safe. I wonder Heauen takes so little
Notice of it. I am not sindg'd to death
With Lightning Like the Dorr: nor murdred through
The Eare with thunder; like a Batt. O Lucio!
Minde not my former loue: but strike, vntill
I groane my last.
Lucio.
Foreste sheath thy sword. It must not be.
He was our Royall Master once, and might
In modesty compare himselfe; with all
Best Princes; whom Fame reserues as Paternes.
Duke.
O I shall suruiue my Royall Charter!
My creature is more beautifull then I:
More wealthy in his loue.
Fores.
For my owne part, I will annihilate
My selfe: for should I liue, I should grow madde.
But I am bound to care for you (my Lord)
Take heede! I know the tricks of Maiestie.
They thinke they cannot be secure after
Doing ill; but by doing worse: that is,
By killing quite whom erst they did but wound.
Lucio.
And that's the surgery, which I desire,
I will endure all. O my Lord, my Lord;
I will not bid Posterity tell tales: not charge
Historians to insert in Annalls;
On such a Night a great Italian-Duke,
Rauish'd his Creature Lucio's Wife: Sister
To Foreste, his actiue Councellor.
Fores.
Lucio, compos'd of such an humble loue:
That to secure his Masters feete, would spread,
And scatter all his Limmes, for him to walke vpon.
Lucio.
And Foreste, whose industry, and care
Outwatch'd Leane-vigilance, 'till she grew mad.
But come, Let's leaue him to contriue our deaths.
My Heart so fills my mouth, I cannot speake.
Duke.
Lucio stay, Foreste stay awhile.
Leaue me not thus anatomiz'd with breath.
He riseth from the Bed.
Dissect me really with your good Swords.
Behold my Breast, take out my Heart: and if
You finde your figures there, then vse my Fame
With Mercy.
Lucio.
Foreste come away.
Fores.
Make hast Luinna.
Luin.
I am wak'd out of a strange amazement.
Exeunt Foreste, Lucio, Luinna.
Duke.
Hide me swelling Hills! rough, and scabbed Rocks,
Ye Quarries cleaue, and sucke me in, then ioyne
O who shall bribe the Sunne, that in the day
Of generall accompts: he may auouch
He neuer saw me heere. Hah! false Memory!
I forgot to tell 'em of Castruchio.
Tis best to o'retake 'em. I cannot guesse
Which way they went:
Exit the other way.
Enter Castruchio, Lothario, Cosimo.
Cast.
Hell, and the Pillary take such dull Eares.
It cannot be, but they haue pass'd the Cloysters,
And e're this, with helpe of priuate Keyes,
Entred the Dukes Bedchamber.
Loth.
Those were Authors of that noyse, I spoke of.
Cast.
The very same. A pox vpon demurres.
Cos.
Will you lead the way, that we may hearken
enter Duke.
If they be there, or no.
Duke.
If I should come too late?—
Loth.
That's none of the Counts voyce. Haue at ye sir.
Duke.
O, O, O, I am surpriz'd in my owne snare.
Cast.
It is Foreste sure. Let's make safe worke
Kill Lothario, lay him by him, and depart.
Cos.
A match.
Loth.
O Villaines, O, O, O.
Lothario dies.
Enter Foreste, Lucio, Luinna.
Fores.
What noyse is that?
Cast.
Another Foreste.
Lucio.
My Royal Master bleeding on the Ground.
O murderous Villaines:
Luin.
Murder, murder. Helpe! oh helpe!
Exit
Lucio fights with Cossimo, Foreste with Castruchio.
Fores.
The Duke my Soueraign, slaine, and Lucio
Bleeding at his feete. Villaine take this thrust
Lucio.
I am foyld by a base hand.
Cast.
Flie Cosimo, flie.
Exeunt Cast. and Cos.
Fores.
Some comfort yet remaines: in that I am,
Proscrib'd to share in thy fate, though it be bad.
I loose much blood. O triuiall fortitude,
False Sinnewes, doe you begin to shrinke?
He fals downe.
Duke.
Lucio, Let my Soule cary your pardon
With her vnto Heauen; and yours Foreste.
This stratageme was mine, but the successe,
Was much against my will.
Lucio.
Sir, I forgiue you all.
Fores.
Nay let vs ioyne Hands.—We doe forgiue
Each other, and the World. The like mercy
May Heauen bestow on vs.
Duke.
Amen, Amen.
Lucio.
Amen, Amen.
they die.
Fores.
There his heartstrings broke. Lucio (my Patron)
Already Chapfalne to: that sight deserues a Teare:
Though I should stabb my Eies to warrant it.
Enter Dorido, Luinna, Courtiers with Light: Castruchio: and Cosimo: led in.
Dor.
Bring the slaues in, their deeds will soone conuince
Their faint deniall, where did you leaue 'em Lady?
Luin.
Here, here, O my Lord, my Lord.
Fores.
I haue not breath enough to comfort thee.
With words, mercy Heauen.
dies.
Luin.
O my Lord? my Husband. He's dead, he's dead.
Dor.
Hold the Lady there: O dire spectacle.
the Duke, Lucio, Foreste, and Lothario
Lye here breathlesse. I did suspect some blacke
Conspiracy. Which made me haunt them two
Vnto the Pallace, but I did loose 'em
By the Chappell staires; bloody dogs, what Deuill
Prompted thee to this action.
I hope, I'ue not so much Blood left, as will preserue
Me for an answeere.
Cos.
I feele my end to neere.
Dor.
Take em away, and close their wounds, though there
Be some mercy shewne, by thus deferring
That reward which your blacke soules shall receaue
In Hell. Yet know the Law will heere on Earth
Prouide such tortures as shall make your deaths
Exemplary to all succeeding times.—
exeunt some with Cast. and Cos.
Gentlemen, your silence may be excus'd.
Where, theres so much cause of admiration.
Some helpe transfer the dead from hence, others
Call vp the Councellors of state.
So intricate is Heauens reuenge gainst lust.
The righteous suffer here, with the vniust.
Exeunt omnes.
FINIS.
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