What see'st thou on that brow?

    +Des.+ Murder!

    +De F.+ Horror and guilt unto thy soul.

    +Des.+ I'll not be tamely butcher'd, coward. Without there!
    Help, help, help!

    +De F.+ Whirlwinds and earthquakes cannot do it.
    Think on thy sin.

    +Cle.+ Thy perjury.

    +De F.+ Thy lust.                          [_+Cleara+ stabs at him._

    +Des.+ Cleara! O, thou hast a skilful hand in
    Murder. Help, help! murder!

    +De F.+ So falls a wretched statue from its haughty station,
    when Fate would make it ominous and fright a state. What a
    thick cloud steams from his tainted blood! The air shrinks
    back, and with dull wings fans it from heaven.

           _Enter +De Loome+, +La Gitterne+, +Torguina+, &c._

    +Tor.+ Murder, murder! 'twas his voice.

    +De L.+ It was his voice.

    +Tor.+ The key?

    +La G.+ Gone!

    +Tor.+ Cut from my side! I'm betray'd!

    +De L.+ Look, search the room: where's the stranger?

    +La G.+ The door is fast.                                 [_Knocks._

    +De F.+ You may come in: make up your wonder there. [_Opens the door._

    +Tor.+ My lady murder'd!

    +De L.+ You have astonish'd heaven.

    +Tor.+ And pull'd eternal curses on your head.

    +De F.+ They'll fall like brittle shafts upon my shield.

    +Cle.+ Unjust Dessandro! yet on thy lip I'll
    Tender my last vows, that the world may tell
    I loved thee dead--and this--and this----
                                      [_Kisses him, then stabs herself._

    +De F.+ Hold, hold that cruel hand! Cleara! sister!

    +De L.+ Cleara! This is a horrid scene, my lord.

    +De F.+ 'Twould not be worth my name, did it not strike
    Amazement through your souls, and leave a paleness
    On his cheek that hears it. But here, here I
    Could melt, transfuse my brains through my sad eyes,
    Till they wept blood, and dropp'd their jelly forth:
    She was a jewel too rich for our dull orb.

                         _Enter more servants._

    You need not multiply your fears; I am
