LUCRETIA:
My God!
If he be now a cold, stiff corpse…
BEATRICE:
O, fear not _5
What may be done, but what is left undone:
The act seals all.
[ENTER OLIMPIO AND MARZIO.]
Is it accomplished?
MARZIO:
What?
OLIMPIO:
Did you not call?
BEATRICE:
When?
OLIMPIO:
Now.
BEATRICE:
I ask if all is over?
OLIMPIO:
We dare not kill an old and sleeping man;
His thin gray hair, his stern and reverend brow, _10
His veined hands crossed on his heaving breast,
And the calm innocent sleep in which he lay,
Quelled me. Indeed, indeed, I cannot do it.
NOTE: _10 reverend]reverent all editions.
MARZIO:
But I was bolder; for I chid Olimpio,
And bade him bear his wrongs to his own grave _15
And leave me the reward. And now my knife
Touched the loose wrinkled throat, when the old man
Stirred in his sleep, and said, ‘God! hear, O, hear,
A father’s curse! What, art Thou not our Father?’
And then he laughed. I knew it was the ghost _20
Of my dead father speaking through his lips,
And could not kill him.