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That have betray'd me in my utmost need! Yet hark, Castruccio! thou hast many foes— Dagger and cup are armed against thy life! And with my dying breath I bid them speed. But I am dizzy—no—I dare not leave Word for my kind old kinsman or Bianca: Now can I neither save, nor yet revenge.

Die with more christian words upon your lips, For the dear sake of thy immortal soul!

I'll peril it on my last word—I hate him! (Dies.)

Bear him away, and instantly prepare Arrezi's scaffold; I will make my power Show itself fearful: they must learn my strength. [Exeunt Attendants bearing the body.

Can you be hurt my lord? you look so pale.

I am more sad than is my wont, Cesario! My hand has slain yon traitor, but he once Was my familiar friend—yet scarce my friend, For friendship asks as much as love—of faith— Of mingling qualities and confidence; Friends, then, we were not, but such gay companions As are remember'd pleasant in our age; They wear the freshness of our youth about them, And bring back hours untramell'd by a care! Many a midnight have we pass'd together