BERNARDO: Alas! I can name none who had not, and those most Who most lament that such a deed is done; My mother, and my sister, and myself. _70 SAVELLA: 'Tis strange! There were clear marks of violence. I found the old man's body in the moonlight Hanging beneath the window of his chamber, Among the branches of a pine: he could not Have fallen there, for all his limbs lay heaped _75 And effortless; 'tis true there was no blood... Favour me, Sir; it much imports your house That all should be made clear; to tell the ladies That I request their presence. [EXIT BERNARDO.] [ENTER GUARDS, BRINGING IN MARZIO.] GUARD: We have one. OFFICER: My Lord, we found this ruffian and another _80 Lurking among the rocks; there is no doubt But that they are the murderers of Count Cenci: Each had a bag of coin; this fellow wore A gold-inwoven robe, which, shining bright Under the dark rocks to the glimmering moon _85 Betrayed them to our notice: the other fell Desperately fighting. SAVELLA: What does he confess? OFFICER: He keeps firm silence; but these lines found on him May speak. SAVELLA: Their language is at least sincere. [READS.] 'To the Lady Beatrice. _90 That the atonement of what my nature sickens to conjecture may soon arrive, I send thee, at thy brother's desire, those who will speak and do more than I dare write... 'Thy devoted servant, Orsino.' [ENTER LUCRETIA, BEATRICE, AND BERNARDO.] Knowest thou this writing, Lady? BEATRICE: No. SAVELLA: Nor thou? _95 LUCRETIA [HER CONDUCT THROUGHOUT THE SCENE IS MARKED BY EXTREME AGITATION]: Where was it found? What is it? It should be Orsino's hand! It speaks of that strange horror Which never yet found utterance, but which made Between that hapless child and her dead father A gulf of obscure hatred. SAVELLA: Is it so? _100 Is it true, Lady, that thy father did Such outrages as to awaken in thee Unfilial hate? BEATRICE: Not hate, 'twas more than hate: This is most true, yet wherefore question me? SAVELLA: There is a deed demanding question done; _105 Thou hast a secret which will answer not. BEATRICE: What sayest? My Lord, your words are bold and rash. SAVELLA: I do arrest all present in the name Of the Pope's Holiness. You must to Rome. LUCRETIA: O, not to Rome! Indeed we are not guilty. _110