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And then he laughed. I knew it was the ghost
Miserable slaves ! Where, if ye dare not kill a sleeping man, Found ye the boldness to return to me With such a deed undone? Base palterers ! Cowards and traitors! Why, the very conscience Which ye would sell for gold and for revenge Is an equivocation: it sleeps over A thousand daily acts disgracing men; And when a deed where mercy insults heaven. .. Why do I talk ? (Snatching a dugger from one of them and raising it)
Hadst thou a tongue to say, She murdered her own father, I must do it! But never dream ye shall outlive him long !
OLIMPIO. Stop, for God's sake!
I will go back and kill him.
How pale thou art !
Enter OLIMPIO and MARZIO.
BEATRICE. (giving them a bag of coin)
(Clothes him in a rich mantle)
(A horn is sounded.)
Some tedious guest is coming.
(Exeunt OLIMPIO and Marzio.)
ANOTHER APARTMENT IN THE CASTLE. ENTER ON ONE SIDE THE
LEGATE SAVELLA, INTRODUCED BY A SERVANT, AND ON THE
I think he sleeps ;
LUCRETIA. (with increased agitation)
Lady, my moments here Are counted. I must rouse him from his sleep, Since none else dare.
O, terror! O, despair! (To Bernardo) Bernardo, conduct you the Lord Legate to Your father's chamber. (Exeunt SAVELLA and BERNARDO.)
'Tis a messenger
Oh, agony of fear! Would that he yet might live! Even now I heard The Legate's followers whisper as they passed They had a warrant for his instant death. All was prepared by unforbidden means Which we must pay so dearly, having done. Even now they search the tower, and find the body; Now they suspect the truth; now they consult Before they come to tax us with the fact; 0, horrible, 'tis all discovered !
Mother, What is done wisely, is done well. Be bold As thou art just. 'Tis like a truant child To fear that others know what thou hast done, Even from thine own strong consciousness, and thus Write on unsteady eyes and altered cheeks All thou wouldst hide. Be faithful to thyself, And fear no other witness but thy fear. For if, as cannot be, some circumstance Should rise in accusation, we can blind Suspicion with such cheap astonishment, Or overbear it with such guiltless pride, As murderers cannot feign. The deed is done, And what may follow now regards not me. I am as universal as the light; Free as the earth-surrounding air; as firm As the world's centre. Consequence, to me, Is as the wind which strikes the solid rock But shakes it not. (A cry within and tumult)
Murder! Murder! Murder!
SAVELLA (to his followers).
Oh, no, no,
My Lord, I pray excuse us;
(Exeunt LUCRETIA and BEATRICE.)
Can you name any Who had an interest in his death?