His sleep is very calm, very like death;
'Tis wonderful how well a tyrant sleeps.
'Tis wonderful how well a tyrant sleeps.
Shelley
I am as universal as the light;
Free as the earth-surrounding air; as firm
As the world's centre. Consequence, to me, _50
Is as the wind which strikes the solid rock,
But shakes it not.
[A CRY WITHIN AND TUMULT. ]
VOICES:
Murder! Murder! Murder!
[ENTER BERNARDO AND SAVELLA. ]
SAVELLA [TO HIS FOLLOWERS]:
Go search the castle round; sound the alarm;
Look to the gates, that none escape!
BEATRICE:
What now?
BERNARDO:
I know not what to say. . . my father's dead. _55
BEATRICE:
How; dead! he only sleeps; you mistake, brother.
His sleep is very calm, very like death;
'Tis wonderful how well a tyrant sleeps.
He is not dead?
BERNARDO:
Dead; murdered.
LUCRETIA [WITH EXTREME AGITATION]:
Oh no, no!
He is not murdered though he may be dead; _60
I have alone the keys of those apartments.
SAVELLA:
Ha! Is it so?
BEATRICE:
My Lord, I pray excuse us;
We will retire; my mother is not well:
She seems quite overcome with this strange horror.
[EXEUNT LUCRETIA AND BEATRICE. ]
SAVELLA:
Can you suspect who may have murdered him? _65
BERNARDO:
I know not what to think.
SAVELLA:
Can you name any
Who had an interest in his death?
BERNARDO:
Alas!
I can name none who had not, and those most
Who most lament that such a deed is done;
My mother, and my sister, and myself. _70
SAVELLA:
'Tis strange! There were clear marks of violence.
