Well well, I knew some harm would happen to the house: six weeks ago the cakes were all burned on one side, and last Saint Martin even as ever was, there flew into the candle a big moth that had wings, and a’most scared me. FIRST CITIZEN But come to the Duchess, good gossip: what of her? MISTRESS LUCY Marry, it is time you should ask after her, poor lady; she is distraught almost. Why, she has not slept, but paced the chamber all night long. I prayed her to have a posset, or some aqua-vitæ, and to get to bed and sleep a little for her health’s sake, but she answered me she was afraid she might dream. That was a strange answer, was it not? SECOND CITIZEN These great folk have not much sense, so Providence makes it up to them in fine clothes. MISTRESS LUCY Well, well, God keep murder from us, I say, as long as we are alive. [_Enter_ LORD MORANZONE _hurriedly_.] MORANZONE Is the Duke dead? SECOND CITIZEN He has a knife in his heart, which they say is not healthy for any man. MORANZONE Who is accused of having killed him? SECOND CITIZEN Why, the prisoner, sir. MORANZONE But who is the prisoner? SECOND CITIZEN Why, he that is accused of the Duke’s murder. MORANZONE I mean, what is his name? SECOND CITIZEN Faith, the same which his godfathers gave him: what else should it be? TIPSTAFF Guido Ferranti is his name, my lord. MORANZONE I almost knew thine answer ere you gave it. [_Aside_.] Yet it is strange he should have killed the Duke, Seeing he left me in such different mood. It is most likely when he saw the man, This devil who had sold his father’s life, That passion from their seat within his heart Thrust all his boyish theories of love, And in their place set vengeance; yet I marvel That he escaped not. [_Turning again to the crowd_.] How was he taken? Tell me. THIRD CITIZEN Marry, sir, he was taken by the heels. MORANZONE But who seized him? THIRD CITIZEN Why, those that did lay hold of him. MORANZONE How was the alarm given? THIRD CITIZEN That I cannot tell you, sir. MISTRESS LUCY It was the Duchess herself who pointed him out. MORANZONE [_aside_] The Duchess! There is something strange in this. MISTRESS LUCY Ay! And the dagger was in his hand—the Duchess’s own dagger. MORANZONE What did you say? MISTRESS LUCY Why, marry, that it was with the Duchess’s dagger that the Duke was killed. MORANZONE [_aside_] There is some mystery about this: I cannot understand it. SECOND CITIZEN They be very long a-coming, FIRST CITIZEN I warrant they will come soon enough for the prisoner. TIPSTAFF Silence in the Court! FIRST CITIZEN Thou dost break silence in bidding us keep it, Master Tipstaff.