The Jew of Malta · Act III · Scene II

Scene II
Enter Mathias.47
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 tall48 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.