_Maq._ Peace, 'tis i' the duchess' bed-chamber. Good rest, most prosperously-graced ladies. _Emil._ Good night, sentinel. _Bian._ Night, dear Maquerelle. _Maq._ May my posset's operation send you my wit and honesty; and me, your youth and beauty: the pleasingest rest! 62 [_Exeunt, at one door_, BIANCA _and_ EMILIA; _at another_ MAQUERELLE. _A Song within._ _Whilst the song is singing, enter_ MENDOZA _with his sword drawn, standing ready to murder_ FERNEZE _as he flies from the duchess' chamber.--Tumult within._ [_Within._] Strike, strike! [_Aur. within._] Save my Ferneze! O, save my Ferneze! [_Within._] Follow, pursue! [_Aur. within._] O, save Ferneze! _Enter_ FERNEZE _in his shirt, and is received upon_ MENDOZA'S _sword_. _Men._ Pierce, pierce!--Thou shallow fool, drop there! [_Thrusts his rapier in_ FERNEZE. He that attempts a princess' lawless love Must have broad hands, close heart, with Argus' eyes, And back of Hercules, or else he dies. 70 _Enter_ AURELIA, PIETRO, FERRARDO, BILIOSO, CELSO, _and_ EQUATO. _All._ Follow, follow! _Men._ Stand off, forbear, ye most uncivil lords! _Pietro._ Strike! _Men._ Do not; tempt not a man resolv'd: [MENDOZA _bestrides the wounded body of_ FERNEZE, _and seems to save him_. Would you, inhuman murderers, more than death? _Aur._ O poor Ferneze! _Men._ Alas, now all defence too late! _Aur._ He's dead. _Pietro._ I am sorry for our shame.--Go to your bed: Weep not too much, but leave some tears to shed When I am dead. 81 _Aur._ What, weep for thee! my soul no tears shall find. _Pietr._ Alas, alas, that women's souls are blind! _Men._ Betray such beauty! Murder such youth! contemn civility! He loves him not that rails not at him. _Pietro._ Thou canst not move us: we have blood enough.-- And please you, lady, we have quite forgot All your defects: if not, why, then-- _Aur._ Not. _Pietro._ Not: the best of rest: good-night. 90 [_Exeunt_ PIETRO, FERRARDO, BILIOSO, CELSO, _and_ EQUATO. _Aur._ Despite go with thee! _Men._ Madam, you ha' done me foul disgrace; you have wronged him much loves you too much: go to, your soul knows you have. _Aur._ I think I have. _Men._ Do you but think so? _Aur._ Nay, sure, I have: my eyes have witnessed thy love: thou hast stood too firm for me.