HOR. Then thus begin our wars: put forth thy hand, That it may combat with my ruder hand. BEL. Set forth thy foot to try the push of mine. HOR. But, first, my looks shall combat against thee. BEL. Then ward thyself! I dart this kiss at thee. HOR. Thus I return the dart thou throwest at me! BEL. Nay then, to gain the glory of the field, My twining arms shall yoke and make thee yield. HOR. Nay then, my arms are large and strong withal: Thus elms by vines are compass'd till they fall. BEL. O, let me go, for in my troubled eyes Now may'st thou read that life in passion dies! HOR. O, stay a-while, and I will die with thee; So shalt thou yield, and yet have conquer'd me. BEL. Who's there? Pedringano? We are betray'd! Enter LORENZO, BALTHAZAR, SERBERINE, PEDRINGANO, disguised. LOR. My lord, away with her! take her aside! O sir, forbear, your valour is already tried. Quickly dispatch, my masters. They hang him in the arbor. HOR. What, will you murder me? LOR. Aye; thus! and thus! these are the fruits of love! They stab him. BEL. O, save his life, and let me die for him! O, save him, brother! save him, Balthazar! I lov'd Horatio, but he lov'd not me. BAL. But Balthazar loves Bel-imperia. LOR. Although his life were still ambitious, proud, Yet is he at the highest now he is dead. BEL. Murder! murder! help! Hieronimo, help! LOR. Come, stop her mouth! away with her! Exeunt. Enter HIERONIMO in his shirt, &c. HIERO. What outcries pluck me from my naked bed, And chill my throbbing heart with trembling fear, Which never danger yet could daunt before? Who calls Hieronimo? speak; hear I am! I did not slumber; therefore 'twas no dream. No, no; it was some woman cried for help. And here within this garden did she cry, And in this garden must I rescue her. But stay! what murderous spectacle is this? A man hang'd up, and all the murderers gone! And in the bower, to lay the guilt on me! This place was made for pleasure not for death. He cuts him down.