Ant. Ay, I will murder: graves and ghosts
Fright me no more, I’ll suck red vengeance
Out of Piero’s wounds, Piero’s wounds!
[Retires to the back of the stage.
Enter two boys, with Piero in his night-gown and night-cap.
Pier. Maria, love, Maria! she took this aisle.
Left you her here? On, lights, away!
I think we shall not warm our beds to-day. 130
Enter Julio, Forobosco, and Castilio.
Jul. Ho, father! father!
Pier. How now, Julio, my little pretty son?
Why suffer you the child to walk so late?
For. He will not sleep, but calls to follow you,
Crying that bug-bears and spirits haunted him.
[Antonio offers to come near and stab; Piero presently withdraws.
Ant. [Aside.] No, not so.
This shall be sought for; I’ll force him feed on life
Till he shall loath it. This shall be the close
Of vengeance’ strain.