Mother. Hold, let's inquire the causers of their deaths, That we may 'venge their blood upon their heads.
Gov. Then take them up, and let them be interred30 Within one sacred monument of stone; Upon which altar [84] I will offer up My daily sacrifice of sighs and tears, And with my prayers pierce impartial [85] heavens, Till they [reveal] the causers of our smarts, Which forced their hands divide united hearts: Come, Katherine, our losses equal are, Then of true grief let us take equal share. [Exeunt with the bodies.
SCENE III.
Enter Ithamore. [86]
Itha. Why, was there ever seen such villainy, So neatly plotted, and so well performed? Both held in hand, [87] and flatly both beguiled?
Enter Abigail.
Abig. Why, how now, Ithamore, why laugh'st thou so?
Itha. O mistress, ha! ha! ha!
Abig. Why, what ail'st thou?
Itha. O my master!