Part 35 (1/2)

Fran. Thou kept'st their counsel.

Zan. Right; For which, urg'd with contrition, I intend This night to rob Vittoria.

Lodo. Excellent penitence!

Usurers dream on 't while they sleep out sermons.

Zan. To further our escape, I have entreated Leave to retire me, till the funeral, Unto a friend i' th' country: that excuse Will further our escape. In coin and jewels I shall at least make good unto your use An hundred thousand crowns.

Fran. Oh, n.o.ble wench!

Lodo. Those crowns we 'll share.

Zan. It is a dowry, Methinks, should make that sun-burnt proverb false, And wash the aethiop white.

Fran. It shall; away.

Zan. Be ready for our flight.

Fran. An hour 'fore day. [Exit Zanche.

Oh, strange discovery! why, till now we knew not The circ.u.mstances of either of their deaths.

Re-enter Zanche

Zan. You 'll wait about midnight in the chapel?

Fran. There. [Exit Zanche.

Lodo. Why, now our action 's justified.

Fran. Tush for justice!

What harms it justice? we now, like the partridge, Purge the disease with laurel; for the fame Shall crown the enterprise, and quit the shame. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV

Enter Flamineo and Gasparo, at one door; another way, Giovanni, attended