My Lord Soranzo; next, to save your soul,
Leave off this life, and henceforth live to him.
Ann. Ay me!
Friar.

Sigh not; I know the baits of sin

Are hard to leave; O, 'tis a death to do't:
Remember what must come. Are you content?

[Exit

Flo. Daughter, are you resolved?

Father, I am.

I fear this friar's falsehood.-I will call him.

Ann.

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.

To live with you and yours.
Friar.

My blessing rest on both!

[Joins their hands.

I do, and vow

Timely resolved:

More to be done,

[Exeunt.

You may perform it on the morning sun.

Ford.

L

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, followed at a short distance by RICHARDETTO and POGGIO.

Ber. We are almost at the place, I hope, sweetheart. Grim, [Aside] 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. O, help, help! here's a stitch fallen in my guts : O 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. O, Heaven forbid it!-Raise up the next neigh

bours

Instantly, Poggio, and bring lights.

How is't, Bergetto? slain! It cannot be ;

Are you sure you're hurt?

[Exit POGGIO.

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!-0,

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.--O, I am going the wrong way sure, my belly aches so. O, farewell, Poggio !—O, O!

Phi. O, he is dead!

[Dies.

Pog.

Rich.

How! dead!

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. O, my master! my master! my master!

[Exeunt.

SCENE VIII.-A Room in HIPPOLITA'S House.

Enter VASQUES and HIPPOLITA,

Hip, Betrothed?

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 villanous fault in him.

Hip. No, let him laugh; I'm armed 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 to.

Hip. Even to-my bosom, Vasques. Let my youth
Revel in these new pleasures: if we thrive,
He now hath but a pair of days to live.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IX.—The Street before the Cardinal's Gates. Enter FLORIO, DONADO, RICHARDETTO, POGGIO, and

Officers.

Flo. 'Tis bootless now to show yourself a child,
Signior Donado; what is done, is done:
Spend not the time in tears, but seek for justice.

Rich. I must confess somewhat I was in fault

That had not first acquainted you what love
Passed 'twixt him and my niece; but, as I live,
His fortune grieves me as it were mine own.

Don. Alas, poor creature! he meant no man harm,
That I am sure of.

But stay, my masters: are you sure you saw

The murderer pass here?

1st Off. An it please you, sir, we are sure we saw a ruffian, with a naked weapon in his hand all bloody, get into my lord cardinal's grace's gate; that we are sure of; but for fear of his grace--bless us !-we durst go no farther.

Don. Know you what manner of man he was?

1st Off. Yes, sure, I know the man; they say he is a soldier; he that loved your daughter, sir, an't please ye; 'twas he for certain.

Flo. Grimaldi, on my life!

Ist Off.

Ay, ay, the same.

Rich. The cardinal is noble; he no doubt

Will give true justice.

Don.

Knock some one at the gate.

Pog. I'll knock, sir.

[Knocks.

Serv. [Within.] What would ye?

Flo. We require speech with the lord cardinal
About some present business: pray inform
His grace that we are here.

Enter the Cardinal, followed by GRIMALDI.

Car. Why, how now, friends! what saucy mates are

you

That know nor duty nor civility?

Are we a person fit to be your host;

Or is our house become your common inn,

To beat our doors at pleasure? What such haste
Is yours, as that it cannot wait fit times?

Are you the masters of this commonwealth,
And know no more discretion? O, your news
Is here before you; you have lost a nephew,
Donado, last night by Grimaldi slain :

Is that your business? well, sir, we have knowledge on't;
Let that suffice.

Grim.

In presence of your grace,

In thought I never meant Bergetto harm :

But, Florio, you can tell with how much scorn
Soranzo, backed with his confederates,
Hath often wronged me; I to be revenged,—

For that I could not win him else to fight,

Had thought by way of ambush to have killed him,

But was unluckily therein mistook;

Else he had felt what late Bergetto did:

And though my fault to him were merely chance,

Yet humbly I submit me to your grace,

To do with me as you please.

[Kneeling.

Car.

Rise up, Grimaldi.-[He rises.