Sess. Impudent too?
Die in it wretch.
Boats. Stay Sir. [Boats. kills her.
Sess. How dar'st thou villain,
Snatch from my sword the honor of my justice?
Boats. I never did you better service Sir,
Yet have been ever faithful. I confess
That she deserv'd to dye; but by whose hand?
Not by a fathers. Double all her guilt,
It could not make you innocent, had you done it.
In me 'tis murder, in you 'twere a crime
Heaven could not pardon. Witness that I love you,
And in that love I did it.
Sess. Thou art Noble,
I thank thee for't; the thought of her dye with her.
Asc. My turn is next: since she could find no mercy,
What am I to expect?
Cit. With one voyce, Sir,
The Citizens salute you with the stile
Of King of Naples.
Sess. I must be excus'd,
The burden is too heavy for my shoulder,
Bestow it where 'tis due. Stand forth Ascanio,
It does belong to you; live long and wear it,
And warn'd by the example of your Unkle,
Learn that you are to govern men, not beasts:
And that it is a most improvident head,
That strives to hurt the limbs that do support it.
Give burial to the dead; for me, and mine,
We will again to Sea, and never know,
The place, which in my birth first gave me woe. [Exeunt.
[Flor. of Trumpets.