Gab. Help, help up to th' chamber! [Exeunt with Lavalls body.
Enter Duke, Hellena, Gentile, Casta, and attendants, with lights.
Duke. What frights are these?
Gent. I [a]m sure here 's one past frighting.
Bring the lights neerer: I have enough alreadie.
Out, out, mine eyes. Look, Casta.
Lord. 'T is young Perolot.
Duke. When came he over? Hold the Gentlewoman, she sinks; and bear her off.
Cast. O my dear brother! [Exit.
Gent. There is a time for all; for me, I hope, too,
And very shortly. Murdred?
[Gabriella, Maria, with Lavalls body, above.
Duke. Who's above there?