Cast. Ah—ah—that stings home: coward!
Pol. Ay, base-born coward, villain.
Cast. This to thy heart then, though my mother bore thee.
[They fight; Polydore drops his sword, and runs on Castalio's.
Pol. Now my Castalio is again my friend.
Cast. What have I done? my sword is in thy breast!
Pol. So I would have it be, thou best of men,
Thou kindest brother, and thou truest friend.
Cast. Ye gods, we're taught that all your works are justice;
You're painted merciful, and friends to innocence:
If so, then why these plagues upon my head?
Pol. Blame not the Heavens; here lies thy fate, Castalio.
They're not the gods, 'tis Polydore has wronged thee;
I've stained thy bed; thy spotless marriage-joys
Have been polluted by thy brother's lust.
Cast. By thee!