_Isa._ We will be for thee straight. Give me your blessing, my Lord Cardinal. Lord, I am well prepared: Murder and lust, down with my ashes sink, 220 But, like ingrateful seed, perish in earth, That you may never spring against my soul, Like weeds to choke it in the heavenly harvest. I fall to rise; mount to thy Maker, spirit! Leave here thy body, death has her demerit. [_The executioner strikes off her head._ _Car._ A host of angels be thy convey [_sic_] hence. _Re-enter_ MEDINA.[313] _Med._ To funeral with her body and this lord's. None here, I hope, can tax us of injustice: She died deservedly, and may like fate Attend all women so insatiate. 230 [_Exeunt omnes._ [298] Old eds. "_Enter_ MEDINA, _the dead body of_ GUIDO _alias Count_ ARSENA, _and Souldiours, &c._" [299] A creature resembling a serpent. It was bred from a cock's egg, and had a cock's crest; the sight of it caused sudden death.--The term was frequently applied to a wanton woman. [300] See note, vol. i. p. 189. [301] Ed. 1613 "still." [302] "Fact"--guilty deed, crime. [303] It was a common superstition that the wounds of a murdered man bled in the presence of the murderer. [304] This couplet is from a copy of verses in Nashe's _Pierce Penniless_, 1592 (_Works_, ed. Grosart, ii. 10). It is also found in the _Yorkshire Tragedy_, 1608. [305] Ed. 1613 "Tioris." [306] _Fere_ = proud, fierce. The word was obsolete in Marston's time. [307] Quy. "Though _Neptune_ cold"?--The passage smacks of _Macbeth_. [308] Cf. _Hamlet_, iii. 3:-- "Up, sword; and know thou a more horrid hent: When he is drunk, asleep, or in his rage; Or in the incestuous pleasures of his bed," &c. [309] Marston almost invariably makes a trisyllable of "vengeance." [310] _i.e._, cannot I be saved by "benefit of clergy"? [311] Cf. _Hamlet_, i. 2:-- "So loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly." [312] Old eds. "_Clarid._" [313] Medina's re-entrance is not marked in old eds. SCENE II. _Venice.--The Senate-house._ _Enter_ AMAGO _the_ Duke, _the_ Watch, _and_ Senators. _Duke._ I am amazèd at this maze of wonder, Wherein no thread or clue presents itself, To wind us from the obscure passages. What says my nephew? _Watch._ Still resolute, my lord, and doth confess the theft.