+Lor.+ Out, slave! wilt thou give ground too? fear works upon 'em: Did you not both here swear i' th' senate-chamber, You saw them both dishonest? +1st Slave.+ Then we swore true, sir. +Lor.+ I told you 'twas but fear. +Ver.+ Swore ye true then, sir, when ye swore Ye both saw them dishonest? +1st Slave.+ Yes, marry, did we, sir; For we were both two villains when we saw them, So we saw them dishonest. +Ven.+ Heaven, thou art equal! +1st Slave.+ This is a jealous lord, his lady chaste. A rock of crystal not more clear, this gentleman Basely abus'd; this great prince dishonour'd; And so we kneel for mercy. +Ver.+ You have redeem'd it; Depart, prove honest men. That I should bear Dishonour in my blood! +Omnes.+ Much-injur'd lady! +Ven.+ What justice, sir, belongs unto the injur'd? +Ver.+ First, witness Heaven, I tear thee from my blood, And cast thee off a stranger. Assume you, sir, Since the great cause is yours, my seat of justice, And sentence this foul homicide: it must be, And suddenly; he will infect the air else. Proceed, great sir, with rigour, whilst I stand by, And do adore the sentence. +Ven.+ Answer, Lorenzo, Art thou not guilty? +Lor.+ Give me my merit--death. Princes can build and ruin with one breath. +Ven.+ The cause may seem to merit death, in that Two souls were hazarded, a princess' fame, A duke dishonour'd, and a noble lord Wounded in reputation; but since she lives, And that no blood was spilt (though something dearer) Mercy thus far stretches her silver wings Over your trespass. We do banish you Both from our dukedom's limits and your own: If you but set a daring foot upon them, Whilst life lends you ability to stand, You fall into the pit of death, unless You shall find out our most unfortunate sister, And bring her to our court. +Lor.+ You, sir, are merciful! +Ver.+ This let me add, In that you have had[140] impartial justice, sir, Princes should punish vice in their own blood: Until you find that excellent injur'd lady, Upon this gentleman, who hath suffer'd for you, We confer your lands, revenues, and your place: That, during three days' stay within our confines, It shall be death to any that relieves you, But, as they do a beggar at their door, So cast you from their presence.[141] +Lor.+ Your dooms are just! O love, thy first destruction is distrust! [_Exeunt +Lorenzo+_,[142] +Jaspro+, _and +Jovani+._ +Ver.+ For you, fair sir, until we shall hear tidings Of your most-injur'd sister, please you to call My court your own--conceive it so--where live. Two partners in one passion we will be, And sweeten sorrow with a sympathy. [_Exeunt._ _Enter +Lodovico+ like a friar, +Jaspro+, and +Jovani+._