Which forc'd their hands divide united hearts.
Come, Katharine; [98] our losses equal are;
Then of true grief let us take equal share.
[Exeunt with the bodies.]
Enter ITHAMORE. [99]
ITHAMORE. Why, was there ever seen such villany,
So neatly plotted, and so well perform'd?
Both held in hand, [100] and flatly both beguil'd?
Enter ABIGAIL.
ABIGAIL. Why, how now, Ithamore! why laugh'st thou so?
ITHAMORE. O mistress! ha, ha, ha!
ABIGAIL. Why, what ail'st thou?
ITHAMORE. O, my master!
ABIGAIL. Ha!
ITHAMORE. O mistress, I have the bravest, gravest, secret,
subtle, bottle-nosed [101] knave to my master, that ever
gentleman had!
ABIGAIL. Say, knave, why rail'st upon my father thus?
ITHAMORE. O, my master has the bravest policy!
ABIGAIL. Wherein?
ITHAMORE. Why, know you not?
ABIGAIL. Why, no.
ITHAMORE.
Know you not of Mathia[s'] and Don Lodowick['s] disaster?
ABIGAIL. No: what was it?
ITHAMORE. Why, the devil inverted a challenge, my master
writ it, and I carried it, first to Lodowick, and imprimis
to Mathia[s];
And then they met, [and], as the story says,
In doleful wise they ended both their days.
ABIGAIL. And was my father furtherer of their deaths?
ITHAMORE. Am I Ithamore?
ABIGAIL. Yes.
ITHAMORE.
So sure did your father write, and I carry the challenge.
ABIGAIL. Well, Ithamore, let me request thee this;
Go to the new-made nunnery, and inquire
For any of the friars of Saint Jaques, [102]
And say, I pray them come and speak with me.
ITHAMORE. I pray, mistress, will you answer me to one question?
ABIGAIL. Well, sirrah, what is't?
ITHAMORE. A very feeling one: have not the nuns fine sport with
the friars now and then?
ABIGAIL. Go to, Sirrah Sauce! is this your question? get ye gone.
ITHAMORE. I will, forsooth, mistress.
[Exit.]
ABIGAIL. Hard-hearted father, unkind Barabas!
Was this the pursuit of thy policy,
To make me shew them favour severally,
That by my favour they should both be slain?
Admit thou lov'dst not Lodowick for his sire, [103]
Yet Don Mathias ne'er offended thee:
But thou wert set upon extreme revenge,
Because the prior dispossess'd thee once,
And couldst
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