On racks of burning steel, whilst in his soul
He feels the torment of his raging lust.—

Ann. Mercy! oh mercy

Friar. There stand these wretched things, Who have dream'd out whole years in lawless sheets

And secret incests, cursing one another:

Then you will wish each kiss your brother gave, Had been a dagger's point; then you shall hear How he will cry, "Oh, would my wicked sister Had first been damn'd, when she did yield to lust!"

But soft, methinks I see repentance work

New motions in your heart; say, how is't with

you?

Ann. Is there no way left to redeem my mi

series?

Friar. There is, despair not; Heaven is mer

ciful,

And offers grace even now. 'Tis thus agreed:
First, for
your honour's safety, that you marry
My lord Soranzo; next, to save your soul,
Leave off this life, and henceforth live to him.
Ann. Ah me!

Friar. Sigh not; I know the baits of sin
Are hard to leave; oh, 'tis a death to do't.
Remember what must come: are you content?
Ann. I am.

Friar. I like it well; we'll take the time. Who's near us there?

Enter FLORIO and GIOVANNI.

Flo. Did you call, father?

Friar. Is lord Soranzo come?

Flo. He stays below.

Friar. Have you acquainted him at full?

Flo. I have,

And he is overjoy'd.

Friar. And so are we:

Bid him come near.

Gio. My sister weeping?-Ha!

I fear this friar's falsehood. [Aside.]—I will call

him.

Flo. Daughter, are you resolv'd?

Ann. Father, I am.

[Exit.

Re-enter GIOVANNI with SORANZO and VASQUES.

Flo. My lord Soranzo, here

Give me your hand; for that, I give you this.

Sor. Lady, say you so too?

Ann. I dc, and vow.

To live with you and your's.

1 Friar. Timely resolv'd;

[Joins their hands.

My blessing rest on both! more to be done,
You may perform it on the morning-sun.

[Exeunt.

SCENE VII.

The Street before the Monastery.

Enter GRIMALDI with his Rapier drawn, and a dark Lantern.

Grim. 'Tis early night as yet, and yet too soon To finish such a work; here I will lie

To listen who comes next.

[He lies down.

Enter BERGETTO and PHILOTIS disguised; and followed, at a distance, by RICHARDETTO and POGGIO. Ber. We are almost at the place, I hope, sweetheart.

Grim. I hear them near, and heard one say "sweetheart."

'Tis he; now guide my hand, some angry justice, Home to his bosom.-Now have at you, sir!

[Stabs BERGETTO, and exit.

Ber. Oh help, help! here's a stitch fallen in my guts; oh for a flesh-tailor quickly-Poggio! Phi. What ails my love?

Ber. I am sure I cannot piss forward and backward, and yet I am wet before and behind; lights! lights! ho, lights!

Phi. Alas, some villain here has slain my love. Rich. Oh Heaven forbid it; raise up the next neighbours

Instantly, Poggio, and bring lights. [Exit PoG.
How is't, Bergetto? slain! It cannot be;
Are you sure you are hurt?

Ber. O my belly seethes like a porridge-pot; some cold water, I shall boil over else: my whole body is in a sweat, that you may wring my shirt; feel here-why, Poggio!

Re-enter POGGIO, with Officers, and Lights. Pog. Here; alas! how do you?

Rich. Give me a light. What's here? all blood!
O sirs,

Signior Donado's nephew now is slain.
Follow the murderer with all the haste
Up to the city, he cannot be far hence;
Follow, I beseech you.

Officers. Follow, follow, follow.

[Exeunt.

Rich. Tear off thy linen, coz, to stop his wounds; Be of good comfort, man.

Ber. Is all this mine own blood? nay, then, good night with me. Poggio, commend me to my uncle, dost hear? bid him, for my sake, make much of this wench: oh-I am going the wrong way sure, my belly aches so-oh farewell, Poggio!-oh!-oh !— [Dies.

Phi. O he is dead.

Pog. How! dead!

Rich. He's dead indeed;

'Tis now too late to weep: let's have him home, And, with what speed we may, find out the murderer.

Pog. Oh my master! my master! my master! [Exeunt.

SCENE VIII.

A Room in HIPPOLITA'S House.

Enter VASQUES and HIPPOlita.

Hip. Betroth'd?

Vas. I saw it.

Hip. And when's the marriage-day?

Vas. Some two days hence.

Hip. Two days! why man I would but wish two hours,

To send him to his last, and lasting sleep;
And, Vasques, thou shalt see I'll do it bravely.

Vas. I do not doubt your wisdom, nor, I trust, you my secrecy; I am infinitely yours.

Hip. I will be thine in spite of my disgrace. So soon? O wicked man! I durst be sworn, He'd laugh to see me weep..

Vas. And that's a villainous fault in him.

.

Hip. No, let him laugh; I am arm'd in my resolves :

Be thou still true.

Vas. I should get little by treachery against so hopeful a preferment, as I am like to climb toHip. Even to-my bosom, Vasques. Vasques. Let Let my

youth

Revel in these new pleasures; if we thrive,
He now hath but a pair of days to live.

[Exeunt.