Leo. Ha, ha, ha!
Ans. Ha! I believe her constancy too late,
Confirm'd e'en in the blood of my best friend;
Take thou my vengeance, thou bold, pernicious strumpet,
[Kills Leonella.
Enter Bellartus.
That durst accuse thy virtuous lady falsely!
Bel. O deadly poison after a sweet banquet!
What make I here? I had forgot my part;[474]
I am an actor too, and never thought on't,
The blackness of this season cannot miss me.
Sirrah, you lord!
Wife. Is he there? welcome, ruin!
Bel. There is a life due to me in that bosom
For this poor gentlewoman.
Ans. And art thou then receiver!
I'll pay thee largely, slave, for thy last 'scape.
[They make a dangerous pass at one another, the lady purposely runs between them, and is killed.