_Duke_. Tis now too late to wish for hadiwist.[28] Had you withheld your hand from this attempt, Sorrow had never so imprisoned you. _Allen_. Oh my good Lord, do not mistake my case, And yet my griefe is sure infallible. The Lord of heaven can witnesse with my soule, That I am guiltelesse of your wrong suspect, But yet not griefelesse that the deed is done. _Duke_. Nay if you stand to justifie your selfe, This gentleman whose life dooth seeme to stay, Within his body till[29] he tell your shame, Shall testifie of your integritie: Speake then, thou sad Anatomy of death, Who were the Agents of your wofulnesse? 2 _Mur_. O be not blinded with a false surmise, For least my tongue should faile to end the tale Of our untimely fate-appointed death, Know young _Allenso_ is as innocent As is _Fallerio_ guiltie of the crime. He, he it was, that with foure hundredth markes, Whereof two hundred he paide presently, Did hire[30] this damn'd villaine and my selfe To massacre this harmelesse innocent: But yet my conscience, toucht with some remorse, Would faine have sav'd the young _Pertillos_ life, But he remorselesse would not let him live, But unawares thrust in his harmelesse brest That life-bereaving fatall instrument: Which cruell deede I seeking to revenge, Have lost my life and paid the slave his due Rewarde for spilling blood of innocents. Surprise _Fallerio_, author of this ill; Save young _Allenso_, he is guiltlesse still. [_Dyeth_. _Allen_. Oh sweetest honie mixt with bitter gall, Oh Nightingale combinde with Ravens notes, Thy speech is like a woodward that should say,-- Let the tree live, but take the root away. As though my life were ought but miserie, Having my father slaine for infamie! _Duke_. What should incite _Fallerio_ to devise, The overthrowe of this unhappie boy? _Vesu_. That may be easily guest, my gracious Lord, To be the lands _Pandino_ left his sonne, Which, after that the boy were murthered, Discend to him by due inheritance. _Duke_. You deeme aright. See, gentlemen, the fruites, Of coveting to have anothers right. Oh wicked thought of greedie covetice! Could neither nature, feare of punishment, Scandall to wife and children, nor the feare, Of Gods confounding strict severitie, Allay the head-strong furie of thy will? Beware, my friends, to wish unlawfull gaine; It will beget strange actions full of feare, And overthrowe the actor unawares. For first _Fallerios_ life must satisfie The large effusion of their guiltlesse bloods, Traind on by him to these extremities; Next, wife and children must be disposest, Of lands and goods, and turnde to beggerie; But most of all, his great and hainous sinne, Will be an eye-sore to his guiltlesse kinne. Beare hence away these models of his shame, And let us prosecute the murtherer With all the care and diligence we can. [_Two must be carrying away Pertillo_