TANCRED. Renuchio, depart: leave us alone. [_Exit_ RENUCHIO. Gismund, if either I could cast aside All care of thee! or if thou wouldst have had Some care of me, it would not now betide, That either thorough thy fault my joy should fade, Or by thy folly I should bear the pain Thou hast procur'd: but now 'tis neither I Can shun the grief, whom thou hast more than slain: Nor may'st thou heal or ease the grievous wound Which thou hast given me. That unstained life, Wherein I joy'd, and thought it thy delight, Why hast thou lost it? Can it be restor'd? Where is thy widowhood, there is thy shame. Gismund, it is no man's nor men's report, That have by likely proofs inform'd me thus. Thou know'st how hardly I could be induc'd To vex myself, and be displeas'd with thee, With flying tales of flattering sycophants. No, no, there was in us such settled trust Of thy chaste life and uncorrupted mind That if these eyes had not beheld thy shame. In vain ten thousand censures could have told That thou didst once unprincelike make agree With that vile traitor County Palurin: Without regard had to thyself or me, Unshamefastly to stain thy state and mine. But I, unhappiest, have beheld the same, And, seeing it, yet feel th'exceeding grief That slays my heart with horror of that thought: Which grief commands me to obey my rage, And justice urgeth some extreme revenge, To wreak the wrongs that have been offer'd us. But nature, that hath lock'd within thy breast Two lives, the same inclineth me to spare Thy blood, and so to keep mine own unspilt. This is that overweening love I bear To thee undutiful, and undeserved. But for that traitor, he shall surely die; For neither right nor nature doth entreat For him, that wilfully, without all awe Of gods or men, or of our deadly hate, Incurr'd the just displeasure of his king; And to be brief, I am content to know What for thyself thou canst object to us, Why thou should'st not together with him die. So to assuage the griefs that overthrow Thy father's heart.