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Duke. Not dead? yes, by my honour's truth:
why, fool, Dost think I'll hug my injuries? no, traitor! I'll mix your souls together in your deaths, As you did both
bodies.in her life.-Have at thee! Fern. Stay; I yield my weapon up.
[He drops his sword.
Duke. Faint-hearted coward,
Fern. Do but hear me first:
Duke. Pish, this is stale dissimulation;
Fern. If ever I unshrined
Duke. 'Tis false: as much, in death, for thee she
spake. Fern. By yonder starry roof, 'tis true. O duke! Couldst thou rear up another world like this, Another like to that, and more, or more, Herein thou art most wretched; all the wealth Of all those worlds could not redeem the loss Of such a spotless wife. Glorious Bianca, Reign in the triumph of thy martyrdom, Earth was unworthy of thee!
Nib. Pet. Now, on our lives, we both believe him. Duke. Fernando, dar'st thou swear upon my
sword, To justify thy words?
Fern. I dare; look here. [Kisses the sword.
Duke. Bianca chaste!
Duke. Chaste, chaste, and kill’d by me! to her I offer up this remnant of my
[Offers to stab himself, and is stayed by FERN. Fern. Hold! Be gentler to thyself.
Pet. Alas, my lord,
Duke. Whither now
Shall I run from the day, where never man,
to himself a little, rises. 'Tis done: come, friend, now for her love, Her love that prais’d thee in the pangs of death, I'll hold thee dear; lords, do not care for me, I am too wise to die yet.--Oh, Bianca!
Enter D'Avolos. D'Av. The lord abbot of Monaco, sir, is, in his return from Rome, lodged last night late in the city very privately; and hearing the report of your journey, only intends to visit your duchess to-morrow.
Duke. Slave, torture me no more! Note him,
If you would choose a devil in the shape
No counsel from our cruel wills can win us,
[Exeunt all but D'Avolos. D'Av. Good b’ye! Arch-arch-devil! why, I am paid. Here's bounty for good service! beshrew my heart, it is a right princely reward. Now must I say my prayers, that I have lived to so ripe an age to have my head stricken off. I cannot tell;- it may be my lady Fiormonda will stand on my behalf to the duke: that's but a single hope;' a disgraced courtier oftener finds enemies to sink him when he's falling, than friends to relieve him. I must resolve to stand to the hazard of all brunts now.
Come what may,
I will not die like a cow, and the world shall know it. [Exit.
Another Apartment in the same.
Enter FIORMONDA, and RoseillI discovering
himself: Ros. Wonder not, madam; here behold the man Whom
disdain hath metamorphosed. Thus long have I been clouded in this shape, Led on by love; and in that love, despair:
? I cannot tell.] i.e. I know not what to think. For more examples of this mode of expression, wbich has been grossly misunderstood, see Jonson, vol. i. p. 125.
3 That's but a single hope.) Weak, feeble. See vol. i. p. 393.
If not the sight of our distracted court,
Fior. Strange miracle!
Ros. Blessed, for ever blessed be the words! In death you have revived me.
Enter D'Avolos. D'Av. Whom have we here? Roseilli, the supposed fool? 'tis he; nay, then help me a brazen face!—My honourable lord. Ros. Bear off, blood-thirsty man! come not
near me, D'Av. Madam, I trust the service Fior. Fellow, learn to new live: the way to
thrift, For thee, in grace, is a repentant shrift.
Ros. Ill has thy life been, worse will be thy end; Men flesh'd in blood know seldom to amend.
Enter SERVANT. Ser. His highness commends his love to you, and expects your presence; he is ready to pass to the church, only staying for my lord abbot to as