[They dance; at the end they steal out their swords, and kill the four seated at the table. Thunder.
Ven. Mark, thunder!
Dost know thy cue, thou big-voiced crier?
Dukes' groans are thunder's watchwords.
Hip. So, my lords, you have enough.
Ven. Come, let's away, no lingering.
Hip. Follow! go! [Exeunt except Vendice.
Ven. No power is angry when the lustful die;
When thunder claps, heaven likes the tragedy. [Exit.
Lus. O, O!
Enter the Masque of intended murderers: Ambitioso, Supervacuo, Spurio, and a Lord, coming in dancing. Lussurioso recovers a little in voice, groans, and calls, "A guard! treason!" at which the Dancers start out of their measure, and, turning towards the table, find them all to be murdered.
Spu. Whose groan was that?
Lus. Treason! a guard!
Amb. How now? all murdered!
Sup. Murdered!
3rd. Lord. And those his nobles?
Amb. Here's a labour saved;
I thought to have sped him. 'Sblood, how came this?
Spu. Then I proclaim myself; now I am duke.
Amb. Thou duke! brother, thou liest.
Spu. Slave! so dost thou. [Kills Ambitioso.
3rd Lord. Base villain! hast thou slain my lord and master?
[Stabs Spurio.