_Alb._ This for them all! And this, and this, sink to the heart of hell! [_They run all at_ PIERO _with their rapiers_. _Pan._ Murder for murder, blood for blood, doth yell! _And._ 'Tis done, and now my soul shall sleep in rest: Sons that revenge their father's blood are blest. [_The curtains being drawn, exit_ ANDRUGIO. _Enter_ GALEATZO, _two_ Senators, LUCIO, FOROBOSCO, CASTILIO, _and Ladies_. _1st Sen._ Whose hand presents this gory spectacle? _Ant._ Mine. _Pan._ No, mine. _Alb._ No, mine. _Ant._ I will not lose the glory of the deed, 120 Were all the tortures of the deepest hell Fix'd to my limbs. I pierced the monster's heart With an undaunted hand. _Pan._ By yon bright-spangled front of heaven 'twas I! 'Twas I sluiced[321] out his life-blood. _Alb._ Tush, to say truth, 'twas all. _2d Sen._ Blest be you all, and may your honours live Religiously held sacred, even for ever and ever. _Gal._ (_to_ ANTONIO). Thou art another Hercules to us, In ridding huge pollution from our state. 130 _1st Sen._ Antonio, belief is fortified With most invincible approvements[322] of much wrong By this Piero to thee. We have found Beadrolls of mischief, plots of villainy, Laid 'twixt the Duke and Strotzo, which we found Too firmly acted. _2d Sen._ Alas, poor orphant! _Ant._ Poor! Standing triumphant over Belzebub! Having large interest for blood, and yet deem'd poor? _1st Sen._ What satisfaction outward pomp can yield, Or chiefest fortunes of the Venice state, 140 Claim freely. You are well-season'd props, And will not warp, or lean to either part; Calamity gives a man a steady heart. _Ant._ We are amaz'd at your benignity; But other vows constrain another course. _Pan._ We know the world, and did we know no more, We would not live to know; but since constraint Of holy bands forceth us keep this lodge Of dirt's corruption, till dread power calls Our soul's appearance, we will live enclosed 150 In holy verge of some religious order, Most constant votaries. [_The curtains are drawn_, PIERO _departeth_. _Ant._ First let's cleanse our hands, Purge hearts of hatred, and entomb my love, Over whose hearse I'll weep away my brain In true affection's tears. For her sake here I vow a virgin bed: She lives in me, with her my love is dead. _2d Sen._ We will attend her mournful exequies; Conduct you to your calm sequestered life, And then---- 160