My lord, away with her, take her aside.[122]
O sir, forbear: your valour is already tried.
Quickly despatch, my masters.

[They hang him in the arbour.

Horatio.

What, will ye murder me?

Lorenzo.

Ay, thus and thus; these are the fruits of love.

[They stab him.

Bell'-Imperia.

O, save his life, and let me die for him!
O, save him, brother: save him, Balthazar;
I lov'd Horatio; but he lov'd not me.

Balthazar.