There, amongst other, weep in tears of blood, Adultery, Bianca! such a guilt, As, were the sluices of thine eyes let up, Thy husband's bed; his, in whose breast thou sleep'st, His, that did prize thee more than all the trash Bian. (opens her bosom.) I do; and to the point Of thy revenge, 'tis all the suit I ask- Duke. Not this, I'll none of this; 'tis not so fit.- dost thou wish To blemish all thy glorious ancestors? Duke. Ha! say you so too? Thus go in everlasting sleep to dwell! [Draws his dagger, and stabs her. Here's blood for lust, and sacrifice for wrong. Bian. 'Tis bravely done; thou hast struck home at once: Live to repent too late. Commend my love. O--oh! Duke. Sister, she's dead. Fior. Then, while thy rage is warm, Pursue the causer of her trespasses. Duke. Good: I'll slack no time whilst I am hot in blood. [Dies. [Takes up his sword and exit. Fior. Here's royal vengeance! this becomes the .state Of his disgrace, and my unbounded hate.' [Erit. 8 My tragedy to thee.] I have supposed (Introduct. p. cxxix.) that Bianca alludes to her husband; but it is also possible that she may direct herself to Fiormonda, who from the gallery had urged on her murder with such violence. Owes is used in this speech, in the sense of owns, possesses. My unbounded hate.] So I venture to read. The 4to has unbounded fate, which conveys no meaning. SCENE II. An Apartment in the Palace. Enter FERNANDO, NIBRASSA and PETRUCHIO. Pet. May we give credit to your words, my lord? Speak, on your honour. Fern. Let me die accurst, life, If ever, through the progress of my Nib. Beshrew my heart, young lord, but I believe thee: alas, kind lady, 'tis a lordship to a dozen of points, but the jealous madman will in his fury offer her some violence. Pet. If it be thus, 'twere fit you rather kept A guard about you for your own defence, Than to be guarded for security Of his revenge; he is extremely moved. Nib. Passion of my body, my lord, if he come in his odd fits to you, in the case you are, he might cut your throat ere you could provide a weapon of defence: nay, rather than it shall be so, hold, take my sword in your hand; 'tis none of the sprucest, but 'tis a tough fox' will not fail ''Tis a tough fox.] A cant term for a sword. So in Beaumont and Fletcher. his master, come what will come. Take it; I'll answer't, I in the meantime, Petruchio and I will back to the duchess' lodging. [Gives FERN. his sword. Pet. Well thought on;-and in despight of all his rage, Rescue the virtuous lady. Nib. Look to yourself, my lord! the duke comes. Enter the DUKE, a sword in one hand, and a bloody dagger in the other. Duke. Stand, and behold thy executioner, Look here, 'tis written on my poniard's point, I see thou art arm'd; prepare, I crave no odds, Fern. Duke, I fear thee not: But first I charge thee, as thou art a prince, To add affliction to thy trembling ghost, Look on my dagger's crimson dye, and judge. Duke. Not dead? yes, by my honour's truth: why, fool, Dost think I'll hug my injuries? no, traitor! Fern. Stay; I yield my weapon up. [He drops his sword. Here, here's my bosom; as thou art a duke, Dost honour goodness, if the chaste Bianca Be murther'd, murther me. Duke. Faint-hearted coward, Art thou so poor in spirit! rise and fight; Fern. Do but hear me first: Unfortunate Caraffa, thou hast butcher'd As any terms of art can deify. Duke. Pish, this is stale dissimulation; I'll hear no more. Fern. If ever I unshrined The altar of her purity, or tasted More of her love, than what, without controul I have too much abused thee; did exceed |