9.
Mrs.Nardi
My child, what are you thinking of. You should beg for
mercy and you ask for death.
Duke
Beatrice,
No longer does my dagger seeker your death!
Franceso
But mine, all the more ordently, Beatrice!
Stabs her to the heart with his daggerjkhe falls.)
Beatrice
Francesco--Thou?
Duke
Franeeseo!
Suatehes the dagger from him.)
Mrs.Nardi
My child!My daughter! Franceseo!
Francesco
With stolld determination.)
I was compelled to do it.
Nardi
What have you do? In heaven’s name—Oh! most only wauth,
see here blood follows! Beatrice, he has woulded you.
Mrs. Nardi
Our daughter is dead,do st understand? Our daughter is cead!
Duke
(To Princesco)
ocs your simple aet involve more,than we comprehend:
Francesco
If she trod a wrong and tortuous path,in her mistaken way-
Now I would say,that she lies here dead,
It fille me with girl horror and congress, to think
That without the conservation of a holy sacram nt,
That she was woodshameless and inconstant,
To a man's bed! Oh! Wretchedness and misery!
That she herself had paved the way,
That made it my duty, to send her hence!
Duke
Silenoe boy! Your worth aan reach him who lies here,
As little as my anger.
Excitement)
Should a miracle occur,
And we lay this Borgia in theorst
bring freedom to our city and conquer
A hundred others--should the whole land belong