Chapter 15

Enter Francisco, Lodovico, and Hortensio

Lodo. My lord, upon my soul you shall no further; You have most ridiculously engag'd 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. 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.

Hort. 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.