_Rog._ My lord, your lustful kinsman--I can title him no better--came sneaking to my house like a promoter to spy flesh[269] in the Lent. Now I, having a Venetian spirit, watch'd my time, and with my rapier run him through, knowing all pains are but trifles to the horn of a citizen. _Duke._ Take him aside. Signior Claridiana, what weapon had you for this bloody act? What dart used death? _Cla._ My lord, I brain'd him with a [c]leaver my neighbour lent me, and he stood by and cried, "Strike home, old boy." 71 _Duke._ With several instruments. Bring them face to face. With what kill'd you our nephew? _Rog._ With a rapier, liege. _Cla._ 'Tis a lie; I kill'd him with a [c]leaver, and thou stood'st by. _Rog._ Dost think to save me and hang thyself? No, I scorn it; is this the trick thou said'st thou had'st? I kill'd him, duke. He only gave consent: 'twas I that did it. 80 _Cla._ Thou hast always been cross to me, and wilt be to my death. Have I taken all this pains to bring thee to hanging, and dost thou slip now? _Rog._ We shall never agree in a tale till we come to the gallows, then we shall jump. _Cla._ I'll show you a cross-point, if you cross me thus, when thou shalt not see it. _Rog._ I'll make a wry mouth at that, or it shall cost me a fall. 'Tis thy pride to be hang'd alone, because thou scorn'st my company; but it shall be known I am as good a man as thyself, and in these actions will keep company with thy betters, Jew. 92 _Cla._ Monster! _Rog._ Dog-killer! _Cla._ Fencer! [_They bustle._ _Duke._ Part them, part 'em! _Rog._ Hang us, and quarter us; we shall ne'er be parted till then. _Duke._ You do confess the murder done by both? _Cla._ [_Aside_] But that I would not have the slave laugh at me, And count me a coward, I have a good mind to live. But I am resolute: 'tis but a turn.-- I do confess. _Rog._ So do I. 103 Pronounce our doom, we are prepared to die. _1st Sen._ We sentence you to hang till you be dead; Since you were men eminent in place and worth, We give a Christian burial to you both. _Cla._ Not in one grave together, we beseech you, we shall ne'er agree. _Rog._ He scorns my company till the day of judgment; I'll not hang with him. 111 _Duke._ You hang together, that shall make you friends; An everlasting hatred death soon ends. To prison with them till the death; Kings' words, like fate, must never change their breath. _Rog._ You malice-monger, I'll be hang'd afore thee, And 't be but to vex thee. _Cla._ I'll do you as good a turn, or the hangman and [I] shall fall out. [_Exeunt ambo, guarded._