Du. Admit I had, thou kill’st her now again;
And art more savage than a barbarous Moor.
Hip. Let me but kiss her pale and bloodless lip.
Duke. O fie, fie, fie.
Hip. Or if not touch her, let me look on her.
Mat. As you regard your honour——
Hip. Honour? smoke!
Mat. Or if you loved her living, spare her now.
Duke. Ay, well done, sir, you play the gentleman—
Steal hence;—’tis nobly done;—away;—I’ll join
My force to yours, to stop this violent torment—
Pass on.
[Exeunt with hearse, all except the Duke, Hippolito and Matheo.