Lus. O!
Ven. Look to my lord the duke. A vengeance throttle him! [Aside.
Confess, thou murd'rous and unhallow'd man,
Didst thou kill all these?
4th Noble. None but the bastard, I.
Ven. How came the duke slain, then?
4th Noble. We found him so.
Lus. O villain!
Ven. Hark!
Lus. Those in the masque did murder us.
Ven. La you now, sir—
O marble impudence! will you confess now?
4th Noble. 'Sblood, 'tis all false.