[ANTONIO _offers to come near and stab_; PIERO _presently withdraws_. _Ant._ [_Aside._] No, not so. This shall be sought for; I'll force him feed on life Till he shall loath it. This shall be the close Of vengeance' strain. _Pier._ Away there, pages, lead on fast with light; 140 The church is full of damps; 'tis yet dead night. [_Exeunt all, saving_ JULIO _and_ ANTONIO. _Jul._ Brother Antonio, are you here, i'faith? Why do you frown? Indeed my sister said That I should call you brother, that she did, When you were married to her. Buss me: good truth, I love you better than my father, 'deed. _Ant._ Thy father? Gracious, O bounteous Heaven! I do adore thy justice: _venit in nostras manus Tandem vindicta, venit et tota quidem_.[275] _Jul._ Truth, since my mother died, I loved you best. 150 Something hath anger'd you; pray you, look merrily. _Ant._ I will laugh, and dimple my thin cheek With cap'ring joy; chuck, my heart doth leap To grasp thy bosom.--[_Aside._] Time, place, and blood, How fit you close together! Heaven's tones Strike not such music to immortal souls As your accordance sweets my breast withal. Methinks I pace upon the front of Jove, And kick corruption with a scornful heel! Griping this flesh, disdain mortality! 160 O that I knew which joint, which side, which limb, Were father all, and had no mother in't, That I might rip it vein by vein, and carve revenge In bleeding races! but since 'tis mix'd together, Have at adventure, pell mell, no reverse.-- Come hither, boy. This is Andrugio's hearse. _Jul._ O God, you'll hurt me. For my sister's sake, Pray you do not hurt me. And you kill me, 'deed, I'll tell my father. _Ant._ O, for thy sister's sake, I flag revenge. 170 _Ghost of And._ Revenge! _Ant._ Stay, stay, dear father, fright mine eyes no more. Revenge as swift as lightning bursteth forth, And cleaves[276] his heart.--Come, pretty tender child, It is not thee I hate, not thee I kill. Thy father's blood that flows within thy veins, Is it I loathe; is that revenge must suck. I love thy soul: and were thy heart lapp'd up In any flesh but in Piero's blood, I would thus kiss it; but being his, thus, thus, 180 And thus I'll punch it. Abandon fears: Whilst thy wounds bleed, my brows shall gush out tears. _Jul._ So you will love me, do even what you will. _Ant._ Now barks the wolf against the full-cheek'd moon; Now lions half-clam'd[277] entrails roar for food; Now croaks the toad, and night-crows screech aloud, Fluttering 'bout casements of departed souls; Now gapes the graves, and through their yawns let loose Imprison'd spirits to revisit earth; And now, swart night, to swell thy hour out, 190 Behold I spurt warm blood in thy black eyes.