_Ren._ During this execution, Durand, you Must, in the midst, keep your battalia fast; And, Theodore, be sure to plant the cannon That may command the streets; whilst Revillido, Mezzana, Ternon, and Retrosi guard you. This done, we'll give the general alarm, Apply petards, and force the arsenal gates; Then fire the city round in several places, Or with our cannon, if it dare resist, Batter it to ruin. But, above all, I charge you, Shed blood enough, spare neither sex nor age, Name nor condition; if there live a senator After to-morrow, though the dullest rogue That e'er said nothing, we have lost our ends; If possible, let's kill the very name Of senator, and bury it in blood. _Jaff._ [_Aside._] Merciless, horrid slave!--[_Aloud._] Ay, blood enough-- Shed blood enough, old Renault! how thou charm'st me! _Ren._ But one thing more, and then farewell till fate Join us again, or separate us ever: First, let's embrace; Heaven knows who next shall thus Wing ye together: but let's all remember We wear no common cause upon our swords; Let each man think that on his single virtue Depends the good and fame of all the rest, Eternal honour or perpetual infamy. Let us remember, through what dreadful hazards Propitious fortune hitherto has led us; How often on the brink of some discovery Have we stood tottering, yet still kept our ground So well, the busiest searchers ne'er could follow Those subtle tracks which puzzled all suspicion. You droop, sir. _Jaff._ No; with most profound attention I've heard it all, and wonder at thy virtue. _Ren._ Though there be yet few hours 'twixt them and ruin, Are not the Senate lulled in full security, Quiet and satisfied, as fools are always? Never did so profound repose forerun Calamity so great: nay, our good fortune Has blinded the most piercing of mankind, Strengthened the fearfullest, charmed the most suspectful, Confounded the most subtle: for we live, We live, my friends, and quickly shall our life Prove fatal to these tyrants. Let's consider That we destroy oppression, avarice, A people nursed up equally with vices And loathsome lusts, which nature most abhors, And such as without shame she cannot suffer. _Jaff._ O Belvidera, take me to thy arms, And show me where's my peace, for I have lost it. [_Exit._