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.

BARABAS. O, bravely fought! and yet they thrust not home.
Now, Lodovico!<93> now, Mathias!--So;
[Both fall.]
So, now they have shew'd themselves to be tall<94> fellows.

[Cries within] Part 'em, part 'em!

BARABAS. Ay, part 'em now they are dead. Farewell, farewell!
[Exit above.]

Enter FERNEZE, KATHARINE, and ATTENDANTS.

FERNEZE. What sight is this!<95> my Lodovico<96> slain!
These arms of mine shall be thy sepulchre.<97>

KATHARINE. Who is this? my son Mathias slain!

FERNEZE. O Lodowick, hadst thou perish'd by the Turk,
Wretched Ferneze might have veng'd thy death!

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