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The White Devil.act 5.scene 2
act 5, scene 2
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SCENE II


Enter Marcello and Cornelia


Corn.   I hear a whispering all about the court,
  You are to fight: who is your opposite?
  What is the quarrel?


Marc.   'Tis an idle rumour.


Corn.   Will you dissemble? sure you do not well
  To fright me thus: you never look thus pale,
  But when you are most angry.  I do charge you,
  Upon my blessing--nay, I 'll call the duke,
  And he shall school you.


Marc.   Publish not a fear,
  Which would convert to laughter: 'tis not so.
  Was not this crucifix my father's?


Corn.   Yes.


Marc.   I have heard you say, giving my brother suck
  He took the crucifix between his hands,                [Enter Flamineo.
  And broke a limb off.


Corn.   Yes, but 'tis mended.


Flam.   I have brought your weapon back.
                                         [Flamineo runs Marcello through.


Corn.   Ha!  Oh, my horror!


Marc.   You have brought it home, indeed.


Corn.   Help!  Oh, he 's murder'd!


Flam.   Do you turn your gall up?  I 'll to sanctuary,
  And send a surgeon to you.                                       [Exit.


Enter Lodovico, Hortensio, and Gasparo


Hort.   How! o' th' ground!


Marc.   Oh, mother, now remember what I told
  Of breaking of the crucifix!  Farewell.
  There are some sins, which heaven doth duly punish
  In a whole family.  This it is to rise
  By all dishonest means!  Let all men know,
  That tree shall long time keep a steady foot,
  Whose branches spread no wider than the root.                    [Dies.


Corn.   Oh, my perpetual sorrow!


Hort.   Virtuous Marcello!
  He 's dead.  Pray leave him, lady: come, you shall.


Corn.  Alas! he is not dead; he 's in a trance.  Why, here 's nobody
  shall get anything by his death.  Let me call him again, for God's
  sake!


Lodo.   I would you were deceived.


Corn.   Oh, 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.


Hort.   You see he is departed.


Corn.   Let me come to him; give me him as he is, if he be turn'd to
  earth; let me but give him one hearty kiss, and you shall put us both
  in one coffin.  Fetch a looking-glass: see if his breath will not stain
  it; or pull out some feathers from my pillow, and lay them to his lips.
  Will you lose him for a little painstaking?


Hort.   Your kindest office is to pray for him.


Corn.   Alas! I would not pray for him yet.  He may live to lay me i' th'
  ground, and pray for me, if you 'll let me come to him.


Enter Brachiano, all armed, save the beaver, with Flamineo and others


Brach.   Was this your handiwork?


Flam.   It was my misfortune.


Corn.   He lies, he lies! he did not kill him: these have killed him,
  that would not let him be better looked to.


Brach.   Have comfort, my griev'd mother.


Corn.   Oh, you screech-owl!


Hort.   Forbear, good madam.


Corn.   Let me go, let me go.
  [She runs to Flamineo with her knife drawn, and coming to him lets it
  fall.
  The God of heaven forgive thee!  Dost not wonder
  I pray for thee?  I 'll tell thee what 's the reason,
  I have scarce breath to number twenty minutes;
  I 'd not spend that in cursing.  Fare thee well:
  Half of thyself lies there; and mayst thou live
  To fill an hour-glass with his moulder'd ashes,
  To tell how thou shouldst spend the time to come
  In blessed repentance!


Brach.   Mother, pray tell me
  How came he by his death? what was the quarrel?


Corn.   Indeed, my younger boy presum'd too much
  Upon his manhood, gave him bitter words,
  Drew his sword first; and so, I know not how,
  For I was out of my wits, he fell with 's head
  Just in my bosom.


Page.   That is not true, madam.


Corn.   I pray thee, peace.
  One arrow 's graze'd already; it were vain
  T' lose this, for that will ne'er be found again.


Brach.   Go, bear the body to Cornelia's lodging:
  And we command that none acquaint our duchess
  With this sad accident.  For you, Flamineo,
  Hark you, I will not grant your pardon.


Flam.   No?


Brach.   Only a lease of your life; and that shall last
  But for one day: thou shalt be forc'd each evening
  To renew it, or be hang'd.


Flam.   At your pleasure.
                    [Lodovico sprinkles Brachiano's beaver with a poison.
                           Enter Francisco
  Your will is law now, I 'll not meddle with it.


Brach.   You once did brave me in your sister's lodging:
  I 'll now keep you in awe for 't.  Where 's our beaver?


Fran.   [Aside.]  He calls for his destruction.  Noble youth,
  I pity thy sad fate!  Now to the barriers.
  This shall his passage to the black lake further;
  The last good deed he did, he pardon'd murder.                 [Exeunt.




Act 5, Scene 2
Cornelia and Marcello are alone. Cornelia asks Marcello if he's going to fight someone, and he says that it's just a rumor . Marcello looks at a crucifix and asks Cornelia if it was the same crucifix, belonging to his father, that Flamineo snapped a limb from when he was a baby. Cornelia says it was, but it's fixed now. Right then, Flamineo enters and stabs and murders Marcello. Cornelia cries for help. Flamineo yells at her, and says he'll send for a surgeon when he goes to a sanctuary. Lodovico, Hortensio, and Gasparo enter. As he dies, Marcello tells his mother to remember what Flamineo did to the crucifix. He says he's dying for his family's sins, and the excessive ambition of his siblings. He dies. Cornelia denies he's dead, while the others gently try to convince her that he is. Brachiano enters, wearing every piece of his armor except the beaver , along with Flamineo. Flamineo admits to Brachiano that he killed Marcello. Cornelia runs at Flamineo with a knife but drops it. She asks God to forgive him and hopes that he lives to repent for such a horrible sin. Cornelia helps cover up for Flamineo, not wanting to lose another son--she tells Brachiano that Marcello drew his sword first. Brachiano gives Flamineo a lease on his life: he'll need to renew it every day or else be hanged. He also tells everyone not to tell Vittoria about what happened. Meanwhile, Lodovico sprinkles poison on Brachiano's beaver. The Duke calls for the beaver, and Francisco notes, aside, that he calls for his own death. It's ironic, says Francisco, that the last "good" thing Brachiano did in his horrible life was to pardon a murder.