Alb. This for them all!
And this, and this, sink to the heart of hell!
[They run all at Piero with their rapiers.
Pan. Murder for murder, blood for blood, doth yell!
And. ’Tis done, and now my soul shall sleep in rest:
Sons that revenge their father’s blood are blest.
[The curtains being drawn, exit Andrugio.
Enter Galeatzo, two Senators, Lucio, Forobosco, Castilio, and Ladies.
1st Sen. Whose hand presents this gory spectacle?
Ant. Mine.
Pan. No, mine.
Alb. No, mine.