Marcello and Flamineo, Sons to Cornelia, having quarrelled; Flamineo slays his Brother Marcello, their Mother being present. CORNELIA. MARCELLO. Cor. I hear a whispering all about the court, Mar. 'Tis an idle rumour. Cor. Will you dissemble? sure you do not well Mar. Publish not a fear, Which would convert to laughter: 'tis not so. Was not this crucifix my Cor. Yes. father's? Mar. I have heard you say, giving my brother suck, He took the crucifix between his hands, And broke a limb off. Cor. Yes; but 'tis mended. FLAMINEO enters. Fla. I have brought your weapon back. Cor. Ha, oh my (Flamineo runs Marcello through.) horror! Mar. You have brought it home, indeed. Cor. Help, oh he's murder'd! Fla. Do you turn your gall up? I'll to sanctuary, And send a surgeon to you. [Exit Flam. HORTENSIUS (an Officer) enters. Hor. How, o'th' ground? Mar. O mother, now remember what I told Of breaking off the crucifix. Farewell. There are some sins, which heaven doth duly punish By all dishonest means. Let all men know, That tree shall long time keep a steady foot, Hor. Virtuous Marcello ! He's dead. Pray leave him, lady: come, you shall. Hor. I would you were deceived. Cor. O you abuse me, you abuse me, you abuse me! How many have gone away thus, for lack of 'tendance! Rear up's head, rear up's head; his bleeding inward will kill him. Hor. You see he is departed. Cor. Let me come to him; give me him as he is; if he be turn'd to earth, let me but give him one Hor. Your kindest office is to pray for him. He may live to lay me i'th' ground, and pray for me, if you'll let me come to him. The DUKE enters with FLAMINEO, and PAGE. Bra. Was this your handy-work? Fla. It was my misfortune. Cor. He lies, he lies; he did not kill him: these have I kill'd him, that would not let him be better look'd to. Bra. Have comfort, my griev'd mother. Cor. O yon' screech-owl! Hor. Forbear, good Madam. Cor. Let me go, let me go. (She runs to FLAMINEO with her knife drawn, The God of heaven forgive thee. Dost not wonder Bra. Mother, pray tell me How came he by his death? what was the quarrel? Drew his sword first; and so, I know not how, Page. This is not true, Madam. Cor. I pr'ythee peace. One arrow's graz'd already: it were vain Francisco describes to Flamineo the grief of Cornelia at the Funeral of Marcello. Your reverend Mother Is grown a very old woman in two hours. I found them winding of Marcello's corse; 'Tween doleful songs, tears, and sad elegies : Were wont to outwear the nights with; that, believe me, I had no eyes to guide me forth the room, They were so o'ercharg'd with water. Funeral Dirge for Marcello. (His Mother sings it.) Call for the Robin-red-breast, and the Wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover, And with leaves and flowers do cover The friendless bodies of unburied men. The Ant, the Field-mouse, and the Mole, To raise him hillocks that shall keep him warm, And (when gay tombs are robb'd) sustain no harm ; Folded Thoughts. Come, come, my Lord, untie your folded thoughts, And let them dangle loose as a bride's hair. Your sister's poison'd. Dying Princes. To see what solitariness is about dying Princes! As heretofore they have unpeopled towns, divorced friends, and made great houses unhospitable! so now, O justice! where are their flatterers I never saw any thing like this Dirge, except the Ditty which reminds Ferdinand of his drowned Father in the Tempest. As that is of the water, watery; so this is of the earth, earthy. Both have that intenseness of feeling, which seems to resolve itself into the elements which it contemplates. now? flatterers are but the shadows of princes' bodies, the least thick cloud makes them invisible. Natural Death. O thou soft natural death! that art joint twin Vow of Murder rebuked. Miserable creature, If thou persist in this 'tis damnable. Dost thou imagine thou canst slide on blood, Dying Man. See see how firmly he doth fix his eye Upon the crucifix. Oh hold it constant. It settles his wild spirits: and so his eyes Melt into tears. Despair. O the cursed Devil, Which doth present us with all other sins Thrice candied o'er; despair, with gall and stibium, |