_Lod._ My lord, upon my soul, you shall no further; You have most ridiculously engaged yourself Too far already. For my part, I have paid All my debts; so, if I should chance to fall, My creditors fall not with me; and I vow To quit all in this bold assembly To the meanest follower. My lord, leave the city; Or I'll forswear the murder. [_Exit._ _Fran. de Med._ Farewell, Lodovico: If thou dost perish in this glorious act, I'll rear unto thy memory that fame Shall in the ashes keep alive thy name. [_Exit._ _Hor._ There's some black deed on foot. I'll presently Down to the citadel, and raise some force. These strong court-factions, that do brook no checks, In the career oft break the riders' necks. [_Exit._ SCENE VI.--_An Apartment in_ VITTORIA'S _House._ _Enter_ VITTORIA COROMBONA _with a book in her hand, and_ ZANCHE; FLAMINEO _following them._ _Flam._ What, are you at your prayers? give o'er. _Vit. Cor._ How, ruffian! _Flam._ I come to you 'bout worldly business: Sit down, sit down:--nay, stay, blouze,[92] you may hear it:-- The doors are fast enough. _Vit. Cor._ Ha, are you drunk? _Flam._ Yes, yes, with wormwood-water: you shall taste Some of it presently. _Vit: Cor._ What intends the Fury? _Flam._ You are my lord's executrix; and I claim Reward for my long service. _Vit. Cor._ For your service! _Flam._ Come, therefore, here is pen and ink; set down What you will give me. _Vit Cor._ There. [_Writes_. _Flam._ Ha! have you done already? 'Tis a most short conveyance. _Vit. Cor._ I will read it: [_Reads._ "I give that portion to thee, and no other, Which Cain groaned under, having slain his brother." _Flam._ A most courtly patent to beg by! _Vit. Cor._ You are a villain. _Flam._ Is't come to this? They say, affrights cure agues: Thou hast a devil in thee; I will try If I can scare him from thee. Nay, sit still: My lord hath left me yet two case[93] of jewels Shall make me scorn your bounty; you shall see them. [_Exit._ _Vit. Cor._ Sure, he's distracted. _Zanche._ O, he's desperate: For your own safety give him gentle language. _Re-enter_ FLAMINEO _with two case of pistols._ _Flam._ Look, these are better far at a dead lift Than all your jewel-house. _Vit. Cor._ And yet, methinks, These stones have no fair lustre, they are ill set. _Flam._ I'll turn the right side towards you: you shall see How they will sparkle. _Vit. Cor._ Turn this horror from me! What do you want? what would you have me do? Is not all mine yours? have I any children? _Flam._ Pray thee, good woman, do not trouble me With this vain worldly business; say your prayers: I made a vow to my deceasèd lord, Neither yourself nor I should outlive him The numbering of four hours. _Vit. Cor._ Did he enjoin it?