1 Mur. Yes, every part, and this shall proove it true. [Runnes Perillo in with his sworde.
Per. Oh I am slaine, the Lord forgive thy fact! And give thee grace to dye with penitence. [Dyeth.
2 Mur. A treacherous villaine, full of cowardise! Ile make thee know that thou hast done amisse.
1 m. Teach me that knowledge when you will or dare.
[They fight and kill one another; the relenter having some more life, and the other dyeth.
1 mur. Swoones, I am peppered, I had need have salt,
Or else to morrow I shall yeeld a stincke,
Worse then a heape of dirty excrements.
Now by this Hilt, this golde was earn'd too deare:
Ah, how now death, wilt thou be conquerour?
Then vengeance light on them that made me so,
And ther's another farewell ere I goe.
[Stab the other murtherer againe.
2 mur. Enough, enough, I had my death before.
[A hunt within.
Enter the Duke of Padua, Turqualo, Vesuvio, Alberto, &c.
Duke. How now my Lords, was't not a gallant course,
Beleeve me sirs, I never saw a wretch,
Make better shift to save her little life.
The thickets full of buskes,[24] and scratching bryers,
A mightie dewe,[25] a many deepe mouth'd hounds,
Let loose in every place to crosse their course,—
And yet the Hare got cleanly from them all.
I would not for a hundred pound in faith,
But that she had escaped with her life;
For we will winde a merry hunters home,
And starte her once again tomorrow morne.