[ENTER BEATRICE AND
LUCRETIA
BELOW.
Shelley
BEATRICE:
Oh!
Believe that Heaven is merciful and just,
And will not add our dread necessity
To the amount of his offences.
[ENTER OLIMPIO AND MARZIO BELOW. ]
LUCRETIA:
See, _15
They come.
BEATRICE:
All mortal things must hasten thus
To their dark end. Let us go down.
[EXEUNT LUCRETIA AND BEATRICE FROM ABOVE. ]
OLIMPIO:
How feel you to this work?
MARZIO:
As one who thinks
A thousand crowns excellent market price
For an old murderer's life. Your cheeks are pale. _20
OLIMPIO:
It is the white reflection of your own,
Which you call pale.
MARZIO:
Is that their natural hue?
OLIMPIO:
Or 'tis my hate and the deferred desire
To wreak it, which extinguishes their blood.
MARZIO:
You are inclined then to this business?
OLIMPIO:
Ay, _25
If one should bribe me with a thousand crowns
To kill a serpent which had stung my child,
I could not be more willing.
[ENTER BEATRICE AND LUCRETIA BELOW. ]
Noble ladies!
BEATRICE:
Are ye resolved?
OLIMPIO:
Is he asleep?
MARZIO:
Is all
Quiet?
LUCRETIA:
I mixed an opiate with his drink: _30
He sleeps so soundly. . .
BEATRICE:
That his death will be
But as a change of sin-chastising dreams,
A dark continuance of the Hell within him,
Which God extinguish! But ye are resolved?
Ye know it is a high and holy deed? _35
OLIMPIO:
We are resolved.
MARZIO:
As to the how this act
Be warranted, it rests with you.
BEATRICE:
Well, follow!
OLIMPIO:
Hush! Hark!
