[ENTER OLIMPIO AND MARZIO BELOW.]
LUCRETIA:
See, _15
They come.
BEATRICE:
All mortal things must hasten thus
To their dark end. Let us go down.
[EXEUNT LUCRETIA AND BEATRICE FROM ABOVE.]
OLIMPIO:
How feel you to this work?
MARZIO:
As one who thinks
A thousand crowns excellent market price
For an old murderer’s life. Your cheeks are pale. _20
OLIMPIO:
It is the white reflection of your own,
Which you call pale.
MARZIO:
Is that their natural hue?
OLIMPIO:
Or ’tis my hate and the deferred desire
To wreak it, which extinguishes their blood.
MARZIO:
You are inclined then to this business?