Pietro. Such was the duke’s sad fate.
Celso. A better fortune to our Duke Mendoza!
Omnes. Mendoza! 150
[Cornets flourish.
Men. A guard, a guard!
Enter a Guard.
We, full of hearty tears,
For our good father’s loss,
(For so we well may call him
Who did beseech your loves for our succession),
Cannot so lightly over-jump his death
As leave his woes revengeless.—Woman of shame,
[To Aurelia.
We banish thee for ever to the place
From whence this good man comes; nor permit,
On death, unto thy[496] body any ornament;
But, base as was thy life, depart away. 160
Aur. Ungrateful!