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It would not be enough. [A peal of thunder.]

       Do you not hear,

       There is artillery in the Heaven tonight.

       Vengeance is wakened up, and has unloosed

       His dogs upon the world, and in this matter

       Which lies between us two, let him who draws

       The thunder on his head beware the ruin

       Which the forked flame brings after.

       [A flash of lightning followed by a peal of thunder.]

      GUIDO

       Away! away!

       [Exit the DUCHESS, who as she lifts the crimson curtain looks back for a moment at GUIDO, but he makes no sign. More thunder.]

       Now is life fallen in ashes at my feet

       And noble love self-slain; and in its place

       Crept murder with its silent bloody feet.

       And she who wrought it - Oh! and yet she loved me,

       And for my sake did do this dreadful thing.

       I have been cruel to her: Beatrice!

       Beatrice, I say, come back.

       [Begins to ascend staircase, when the noise of Soldiers is heard.]

       Ah! what is that?

       Torches ablaze, and noise of hurrying feet.

       Pray God they have not seized her.

       [Noise grows louder.]

       Beatrice!

       There is yet time to escape. Come down, come out!

       [The voice of the DUCHESS outside.]

       This way went he, the man who slew my lord.

       [Down the staircase comes hurrying a confused body of Soldiers; GUIDO is not seen at first, till the DUCHESS surrounded by Servants carrying torches appears at the top of the staircase, and points to GUIDO, who is seized at once, one of the Soldiers dragging the knife from his hand and showing it to the Captain of the Guard in sight of the audience. Tableau.]

      END OF ACT III.

      ACT IV

       Table of Contents

      SCENE

      The Court of Justice: the walls are hung with stamped grey velvet: above the hangings the wall is red, and gilt symbolical figures bear up the roof, which is made of red beams with grey soffits and moulding: a canopy of white satin flowered with gold is set for the Duchess: below it a long bench with red cloth for the Judges: below that a table for the clerks of the court. Two soldiers stand on each side of the canopy, and two soldiers guard the door; the citizens have some of them collected in the Court; others are coming in greeting one another; two tipstaffs in violet keep order with long white wands.

      FIRST CITIZEN

       Good morrow, neighbour Anthony.

      SECOND CITIZEN

       Good morrow, neighbour Dominick.

      FIRST CITIZEN

       This is a strange day for Padua, is it not? - the Duke being dead.

      SECOND CITIZEN

       I tell you, neighbour Dominick, I have not known such a day since the last Duke died.

      FIRST CITIZEN

       They will try him first, and sentence him afterwards, will they not, neighbour Anthony?

      SECOND CITIZEN

       Nay, for he might ‘scape his punishment then; but they will condemn him first so that he gets his deserts, and give him trial afterwards so that no injustice is done.

      FIRST CITIZEN

       Well, well, it will go hard with him I doubt not.

      SECOND CITIZEN

       Surely it is a grievous thing to shed a Duke’s blood.

      THIRD CITIZEN

       They say a Duke has blue blood.

      SECOND CITIZEN

       I think our Duke’s blood was black like his soul.

      FIRST CITIZEN

       Have a watch, neighbour Anthony, the officer is looking at thee.

      SECOND CITIZEN

       I care not if he does but look at me; he cannot whip me with the lashes of his eye.

      THIRD CITIZEN

       What think you of this young man who stuck the knife into the Duke?

      SECOND CITIZEN

       Why, that he is a well-behaved, and a well-meaning, and a well-favoured lad, and yet wicked in that he killed the Duke.

      THIRD CITIZEN

       ‘Twas the first time he did it: may be the law will not be hard on him, as he did not do it before.

      SECOND CITIZEN

       True.

      TIPSTAFF

       Silence, knave.

      SECOND CITIZEN

       Am I thy looking-glass, Master Tipstaff, that thou callest me knave?

      FIRST CITIZEN

       Here be one of the household coming. Well, Dame Lucy, thou art of the Court, how does thy poor mistress the Duchess, with her sweet face?

      MISTRESS LUCY

       O well-a-day! O miserable day! O day! O misery! Why it is just nineteen years last June, at Michaelmas, since I was married to my husband, and it is August now, and here is the Duke murdered; there is a coincidence for you!

      SECOND CITIZEN

       Why, if it is a coincidence, they may not kill the young man: there is no law against coincidences.

      FIRST CITIZEN

       But how does the Duchess?

      MISTRESS LUCY

       Well well, I knew some harm would happen to the house: six weeks ago the cakes were all burned on one side, and last Saint Martin even as ever was, there flew into the candle a big moth that had wings, and a’most scared me.

      FIRST CITIZEN

       But come to the Duchess, good gossip: what of her?

      MISTRESS LUCY

       Marry, it is time you should ask after her, poor lady; she is distraught almost. Why, she has not slept, but paced the chamber all night long. I prayed her to have a posset, or some aqua-vitae, and to get to bed and sleep a little for her health’s sake, but she answered me she was afraid she might dream. That was a strange answer, was it not?

      SECOND CITIZEN

       These great folk have not much sense, so Providence makes it up to them in fine clothes.

      MISTRESS LUCY

       Well, well, God keep murder from us, I say, as long as we are alive.

      [Enter LORD MORANZONE hurriedly.]

      MORANZONE

       Is the Duke dead?

      SECOND CITIZEN

       He has a knife in his heart, which they say is not healthy for any man.

      MORANZONE

       Who is accused of having killed him?

      SECOND CITIZEN

       Why, the prisoner, sir.

      MORANZONE

       But who is the prisoner?