Fabio (to Aurelio). Sir, in your ear—
Justina’s hour is come; and through the room
Where she was doom’d, she passes to her doom.
Aur. Let us be gone; they must not look on her
Nor know she is to die until ‘to die’
Be past predicament. Here let her wait,
Till he she drew along with her to sin
Revive to share with her its punishment.
Come, Lelio—come, Floro—be assured
I loved and honour’d this man as yourselves