_Mal._ Rest in peace, as the duke does; quietly sit: for my own part, I beheld him but dead; that's all: marry, here's one can give you a more particular account of him. _Men._ Speak, holy father, nor let any brow Within this presence fright thee from the truth: Speak confidently and freely. _Aur._ We attend. 110 _Pietro._ Now had the mounting sun's all-ripening wings Swept the cold sweat of night from earth's dank breast, When I, whom men call Hermit of the Rock, Forsook my cell, and clambered up a cliff, Against whose base the heady Neptune dash'd His high-curl'd brows; there 'twas I eas'd my limbs: When, lo! my entrails melted with the moan Some one, who far 'bove me was climb'd, did make-- I shall offend. _Men._ Not. 120 _Aur._ On. _Pietro._ Methinks I hear him yet:--"O female faith! Go sow the ingrateful sand, and love a woman: And do I live to be the scoff of men? To be the[492] wittol-cuckold, even to hug My poison? Thou knowest, O truth! Sooner hard steel will melt with southern wind, A seaman's whistle calm the ocean, A town on fire be extinct with tears, Than women, vow'd to blushless impudence, 130 With sweet behaviour and soft minioning[493] Will turn from that where appetite is fix'd. O powerful blood! how thou dost slave their soul! I wash'd an Ethiop, who, for recompense, Sullied my name: and must I, then, be forc'd To walk, to live thus black? must! must! fie! He that can bear with must, he cannot die." With that, he sigh'd so[494] passionately deep, That the dull air even groan'd: at last he cries, "Sink shame in seas, sink deep enough!" so dies; 140 For then I viewed his body fall, and souse[495] Into the foamy main. O, then I saw, That which methinks I see, it was the duke; Whom straight the nicer-stomach'd sea belch'd up: But then---- _Mal._ Then came I in; but, 'las, all was too late! For even straight he sunk. _Pietro._ Such was the duke's sad fate. _Celso._ A better fortune to our Duke Mendoza! _Omnes._ Mendoza! 150 [_Cornets flourish._ _Men._ A guard, a guard! _Enter a Guard._ We, full of hearty tears, For our good father's loss, (For so we well may call him Who did beseech your loves for our succession), Cannot so lightly over-jump his death As leave his woes revengeless.--Woman of shame, [_To_ AURELIA. We banish thee for ever to the place From whence this good man comes; nor permit, On death, unto thy[496] body any ornament; But, base as was thy life, depart away. 160 _Aur._ Ungrateful! _Men._ Away! _Aur._ Villain, hear me! _Men._ Begone!