Brun. Is it come to that?
Then have at the last refuge: art thou grown
Insensible in ll, that thou goest on
Without the least compunction? there, take that
To witness, that thou hadst a mother, which
Foresaw thy cause of grief, and sad repentance,
That so soon after blest Ordella's death
Without a tear thou canst imbrace another,
Forgetful man.
Thier. Mine eyes when she is nam'd
Cannot forget their tribute, and your gift
Is not unuseful now.
Lecu. He's past all cure, that only touch is death.
Thier. This night I'll keep it,
To morrow I will send it you, and full of my affliction.
[Exit Thierry.
Brun. Is the poison mortal?
Lecu. Above the help of Physick.
Brun. To my wish,
Now for our own security, you Protaldye
Shall this night post towards Austracia,
With Letters to Theodorets bastard son,
In which we will make known what for his rising
We have done to Thierry: no denial,
Nor no excuse in such acts must be thought of,
Which all dislike, and all again commend
When they are brought unto a happy end. [Exeunt.