SCENE II.

_Enter_ MATHIAS.[78]

_Math._ This is the place, now Abigail shall see Whether Mathias holds her dear or no.

_Enter_ LODOWICK.[79]

What, dares the villain write in such base terms? [_Reading a letter._

_Lod._ I did it; and revenge it if thou dar'st. [_They fight._ _Enter_ BARABAS, _above._[80]

_Bar._ O! bravely fought; and yet they thrust not home. Now, Lodowick! now, Mathias! So---- [_Both fall._ So now they have showed themselves to be tall[81] fellows. [_Cries within._] Part 'em, part 'em. _Bar._ I, part 'em now they are dead. Farewell, farewell. [_Exit._ _Enter_ Governor _and_ MATHIAS'S Mother.

_Gov._ What sight is this?--my Lodowick[82] slain! 10 These arms of mine shall be thy sepulchre.[83]

_Mother._ Who is this? my son Mathias slain!

_Gov._ O Lodowick! had'st thou perished by the Turk, Wretched Ferneze might have 'venged thy death.

_Mother._ Thy son slew mine, and I'll revenge his death.

_Gov._ Look, Katherine, look!--thy son gave mine these wounds.

_Mother._ O leave to grieve me, I am grieved enough.

_Gov._ O! that my sighs could turn to lively breath; And these my tears to blood, that he might live.

_Mother._ Who made them enemies? 20

_Gov._ I know not, and that grieves me most of all.

_Mother._ My son loved thine.

_Gov._ And so did Lodowick him.

_Mother._ Lend me that weapon that did kill my son, And it shall murder me.

_Gov._ Nay, madam, stay; that weapon was my son's, And on that rather should Ferneze die.

_Mother._ Hold, let's inquire the causers of their deaths, That we may 'venge their blood upon their heads.

_Gov._ Then take them up, and let them be interred 30 Within one sacred monument of stone; Upon which altar[84] I will offer up My daily sacrifice of sighs and tears, And with my prayers pierce impartial[85] heavens,

Till they [reveal] the causers of our smarts, Which forced their hands divide united hearts: Come, Katherine, our losses equal are, Then of true grief let us take equal share. [_Exeunt with the bodies_.