[Anselmus dies.
Bel. O rage! I pity now mine enemy's flesh.
Enter Govianus, with Servants.
Gov. Where should he be?
1st Ser. My lady, sir, will tell you.
She's in her chamber here.
2d Ser. O my lord!
Gov. Peace—my honourable brother—madam—all?
So many dreadful deeds, and not one tongue
Left to proclaim 'em.
Bel. Yes, here, if a voice
Some minutes' long may satisfy your ear,
I have that time allowed it.
Gov. 'Tis enough,
Bestow it quickly, ere death snatch it from thee.
Bel. That lord, your brother, made his friend Votarius
To tempt his lady; she was won to lust,
The act reveal'd here by her serving-woman;
But that wise close adultress, stor'd with art
To prey upon the weakness of that lord,
Dissembled a, great rage upon her love,
And indeed kill'd him, which so won her husband,
He slew this right discoverer in his fury,
Who (being my mistress) I was mov'd in haste
To take some pains with him, and he's paid me for it.
As for the cunning lady, I commend her;
She perform'd that which never woman tried:
She ran upon our weapons, and so died.
Now you have all, I hope I shall sleep quiet. [Dies.