Arb. Nay then I'll kill you for fooling
A brother and your reputation thus.
Duke. Hold, Arbatus, she says it but to save
My life. 'Tis I have fooled you both, therefore
Strike here.
Arb. And so I will, then.
Art. Hold, brother;
Pull not a load of sins upon your head;
'Tis I have been to blame, indeed I have,
With loving him too much.
Arb. Then thou shalt die.
Duke. Hold, sir, heaven will frown on you for ever,
If you shed one drop of that pure blood; upon
My word, 'tis I.
Arb. Keep not my tortur'd soul
Thus in suspense. One of you tell me true,
And that quickly too, else I will destroy
You both, and that's the surest way not
To mistake.
Duke. Then be assur'd 'tis I.
Art. Brother,
'Tis not, 'tis I.
Arb. Heyday! heyday! I know
Not what to do or say. [Throws down his sword and goes away.