OLIMPIO:
Ay, _25
If one should bribe me with a thousand crowns
To kill a serpent which had stung my child,
I could not be more willing.
[ENTER BEATRICE AND LUCRETIA BELOW.]
Noble ladies!
BEATRICE:
Are ye resolved?
OLIMPIO:
Is he asleep?
MARZIO:
Is all
Quiet?
LUCRETIA:
I mixed an opiate with his drink: _30
He sleeps so soundly…
BEATRICE:
That his death will be
But as a change of sin-chastising dreams,
A dark continuance of the Hell within him,
Which God extinguish! But ye are resolved?
Ye know it is a high and holy deed? _35
OLIMPIO:
We are resolved.
MARZIO:
As to the how this act
Be warranted, it rests with you.
BEATRICE:
Well, follow!
OLIMPIO:
Hush! Hark! What noise is that?