_Ferd._ Your Father is a monster, I a villain, This tongue has kill'd you, pardon, _Violant[a]_, Oh pardon, _Gerrard_; and for sacrifice, Accept my life, to expiate my fault. I have drunk up the poison. _Viol._ Thou art not so Uncharitable: a better fellow far, Thou'st left me halfe. Sure death is now a-dry, And calls for more bloud still to quench his thirst. I pledge thee _Ferdinand_, to _Gerrards_ health: Dear _Gerrard_, poor Aunt, and unfortunate friend, Ay me, that Love should breed true Lovers end. _Fer._ Stay Madam, stay; help hoa, for Heavens sake help; Improvident man, that good I did intend For satisfaction, saving of her life, My equal cruel Stars made me forget. _Enter_ Angelina _with two Servants_. _Ang._ What spectacle of death assaults me? oh! _Viol._ M[y] dearest Mother, I am dead, I leave Father, and friends, and life, to follow Love. Good Mother, love my Child, that did no ill. Fie, how men lie, that say, death is a pain: Or has he chang'd his nature? like soft sleep He seizes me. Your blessing. Last, I crave, That I may rest by _Gerrard_ in his grave. _Ferd._ There lay me too: oh! noble Mistriss, I Have caus'd all this; and therefore justly dye. That key will open all. _Ang._ Oh viperous Father! For Heavens sake, bear 'em in: run for Physitians, And Medicines quickly: Heaven, thou shalt not have her Yet; 'tis too soon: Alas, I have no more, And taking her away, thou rob'st the poor. [_Exeunt._ Flourish. _Enter_ Duke, States, Randulpho, Benvoglio, Gerrard, Executioner, Guard. _Duke._ The Law, as greedy as your red desire _Benvoglio_, hath cast this man: 'Tis pity So many excellent parts are swallow'd up In one foul wave. Is _Violanta_ sent for? Our Justice must not lop a branch, and let The body grow still. _Ben._ Sir, she will be here Alive or dead, I am sure. _[G]er._ How chearfully my countenance comments death! That which makes men seem horrid, I will wear Like to an Ornament. Oh _Violanta_! Might my life only satisfie the Law, How jocundly my soul would enter Heaven! Why shouldst thou dye? thou wither'st in thy bud, As I have seen a Rose, e'er it was blown. I do beseech your Grace, the Statute may (In this case made) be read: not that I hope T'extenuate my offence or penalty, But to see whether it lay hold on her. And since my death is more exemplary Than just, this publick Reading will advise Caution to others. _Duke._ Read it. _Ran._ Brother, does not Your soul groan under this severity? Statute read.