Enter Jeronimo and Horatio.
Jer. Son Horatio, see Andrea slain!
Hor. Andrea slain! then, weapon, cling[304] my breast.
And. Live, truest friend, for ever lov’d and bless’d.
Hor. Lives Don Andrea?
And. Aye, but slain in thought,
To see so strange a likeness forged and wrought.
Lords, cannot you yet descry,
Who is the owner of this red melting body?
Rog. My lord, it is Alcario, duke Medina’s son;