Scene + 

II + 

Enter Mathias. + 

Mathias + 

This is the place; now Abigail shall see + 

Whether Mathias holds her dear or no. + 

Enter Lodowick. + 

What, dares the villain write in such base terms? Looking at a letter. + 

Lodowick + 

I did it; and revenge it, if thou dar’st! + 

They fight. + 

Enter Barabas above, on a balcony. + 

Barabas + 

O! bravely fought; and yet they thrust not home. + 

Now, Lodovico! now, Mathias! So⁠— + 

Both fall. + 

So, now they have shewed themselves to be tall fellows. + 

Cries within. Part ’em, part ’em! + 

Barabas + 

Ay, part ’em now they are dead. Farewell, farewell! + 

Exit. + 

Enter Ferneze, Katharine, and Attendants. + 

Ferneze + 

What sight is this!⁠—my Lodovico slain! + 

These arms of mine shall be thy sepulchre. + 

Katharine + 

Who is this? my son Mathias slain! + 

Ferneze + 

O Lodowick! hadst thou perished by the Turk, + 

Wretched Ferneze might have ’venged thy death! + 

Katharine + 

Thy son slew mine, and I’ll revenge his death. + 

Ferneze + 

Look, Katharine, look!⁠—thy son gave mine these wounds. + 

Katharine + 

O, leave to grieve me, I am grieved enough. + 

Ferneze + 

O! that my sighs could turn to lively breath; + 

And these my tears to blood, that he might live. + 

Katharine + 

Who made them enemies? + 

Ferneze + 

I know not, and that grieves me most of all. + 

Katharine + 

My son loved thine. + 

Ferneze + 

And so did Lodowick him. + 

Katharine + 

Lend me that weapon that did kill my son, + 

And it shall murder me. + 

Ferneze + 

Nay, madam, stay; that weapon was my son’s, + 

And on that rather should Ferneze die. + 

Katharine + 

Hold; let’s inquire the causers of their deaths, + 

That we may ’venge their blood upon their heads. + 

Ferneze + 

Then take them up, and let them be interred + 

Within one sacred monument of stone; + 

Upon which altar I will offer up + 

My daily sacrifice of sighs and tears, + 

And with my prayers pierce impartial heavens, + 

Till they reveal the causers of our smarts, + 

Which forced their hands divide united hearts: + 

Come, Katharine, our losses equal are; + 

Then of true grief let us take equal share. + 

Exeunt with the bodies. + 