[Mendoza bestrides the wounded body of Ferneze, and seems to save him.
Would you, inhuman murderers, more than death?
Aur. O poor Ferneze!
Men. Alas, now all defence too late!
Aur. He’s dead.
Pietro. I am sorry for our shame.—Go to your bed:
Weep not too much, but leave some tears to shed
When I am dead. 81
Aur. What, weep for thee! my soul no tears shall find.
Pietr. Alas, alas, that women’s souls are blind!
Men. Betray such beauty!
Murder such youth! contemn civility!
He loves him not that rails not at him.
Pietro. Thou canst not move us: we have blood enough.—
And please you, lady, we have quite forgot
All your defects: if not, why, then—