Part 37 (1/2)

Enter Francisco, Lodovico, and Hortensio

Lodo. My lord, upon my soul you shall no further; You have most ridiculously engag'd yourself To far already. For my part, I have paid All my debts: so, if I should chance to fall, My creditors fall not with me; and I vow, To quit all in this bold a.s.sembly, To the meanest follower. My lord, leave the city, Or I 'll forswear the murder. [Exit.

Fran. Farewell, Lodovico: If thou dost perish in this glorious act, I 'll rear unto thy memory that fame, Shall in the ashes keep alive thy name. [Exit.

Hort. There 's some black deed on foot. I 'll presently Down to the citadel, and raise some force.

These strong court-factions, that do brook no checks, In the career oft break the riders' necks. [Exit.

SCENE VI

Enter Vittoria with a book in her hand, Zanche; Flamineo following them

Flam. What, are you at your prayers? Give o'er.

Vit. How, ruffian?

Flam. I come to you 'bout worldly business.

Sit down, sit down. Nay, stay, blowze, you may hear it: The doors are fast enough.

Vit. Ha! are you drunk?

Flam. Yes, yes, with wormwood water; you shall taste Some of it presently.

Vit. What intends the fury?

Flam. You are my lord's executrix; and I claim Reward for my long service.

Vit. For your service!

Flam. Come, therefore, here is pen and ink, set down What you will give me.

Vit. There. [She writes.

Flam. Ha! have you done already?

'Tis a most short conveyance.