Lav. Then like lustie Tarquin
Turn'd into flames with Lucrece coy denyals,
His blood and spirit equally ambitious,
I force thee for my own.
Casta. O help me Justice:
Help me, my Chastitie.
Lav. Now I am bravely quarried. [Perolot above.
Per. 'Tis my Sister.
Gab. No, bawdy slave, no Treacher, she is not carried.
Per. She's loose again, and gone. I'll keep my place still.
Mar. Now it works bravely: stand, he cannot hurt ye.
Lav. O my sweet Love, my life. [He falls downe, and sleeps.
Mar. He sinks.