Wife. I come, Votarius!
Ans. Hold, if manhood guide thee!
O, what has fury done now?
Bel. What has it done now?
Why, kill'd an honourable whore, that's all.
Ans. Villain! I'll seal that lie upon thy heart.
A constant lady—— [He kneels at his wife's side.
Bel. ——to the devil, as could be!
Must I prick you forward; either up
Or, sir, I'll take my chance; thou couldst kill her
Without repenting, that deserv'd more pity;
And spend'st thy time and tears upon a quean.
Ans. Slave!
Bel. That was deceiv'd once in her own deceit,
[They fight: both are mortally wounded.
As I am now; the poison I prepar'd
Upon that weapon for mine enemy's bosom,
Is bold to take acquaintance of my blood too,
And serves us both to make up death withal.
Ans. I ask no more of destiny, but to fall
Close by the chaste side of my virtuous mistress;
If all the treasure of my weeping strength
Be left so wealthy but to purchase that,
I have the dear wish of a great man's spirit,
Yet favour me, O, yet—I thank thee, fate,
I expire cheerfully, and give death a smile.