Cle. Unjust Dessandro! yet on thy lip I'll
Tender my last vows, that the world may tell
I loved thee dead—and this—and this——
[Kisses him, then stabs herself.
De F. Hold, hold that cruel hand! Cleara! sister!
De L. Cleara! This is a horrid scene, my lord.
De F. 'Twould not be worth my name, did it not strike
Amazement through your souls, and leave a paleness
On his cheek that hears it. But here, here I
Could melt, transfuse my brains through my sad eyes,
Till they wept blood, and dropp'd their jelly forth:
She was a jewel too rich for our dull orb.
Enter more servants.
You need not multiply your fears; I am
Too proud of my revenge to start from it:
Let the law frown, and fall in tempests on me.
Cowards repent,
When valiant blood ne'er pales at the event. [Exeunt.
[ACTUS QUINTUS, SCENA PRIMA.]
Enter Pirez and De Loome.