Soft Musick.
Enter Angelina with the bodies of Ferdinand and Violanta on a bier; Dorothea carrying the Cup and Letter, which she gives to the Duke: he reads, seems sorrowful; shews it to Cornelia and Gerrard: they lament over the bier. Randulpho and Benvoglio seem fearful, and seem to report to Angelina and Dorothea, what hath passed before.
Ran. This is your rashness, brother.
Duke. Oh joy, thou wert too great to last;
This was a cruel turning to our hopes,
Unnatural Father: poor Ascanio.
Ger. Oh mother! let me be Gerrard again,
And follow Violanta.
Cor. Oh my Son—
Duke. Your lives yet, bloudy men shall answer this.
Dor. I must not see 'em longer grieve. My Lord,
Be comforted; let sadness generally
Forsake each eye and bosom; they both live:
For poison, I infus'd meer Opium;
Holding compulsive perjury less sin
Than such a loathed murther would have bin.
All. Oh blessed Ma[iden].