Teobaldo. Is his wound mortal?
Antonio. Yes.
Roselo. Fly, my father, fly.
[Exeunt Roselo, Arnaldo, Anselmo, Lidio, and Marin.
Antonio. Castelvines here!
Teobaldo. Son—!
Otavio. Confession!
Antonio. He murmurs for confession.
Teobaldo. Oh, misery! oh, woe!
Antonio. Quick, bear him within the church,
Ere his soul doth wing itself above.
Teobaldo. And I the cause of all this woe. [Exeunt Monteses.
Teobaldo and the Castelvines bear the body into the church; the people gradually disperse, murmuring.
Fesenio. Teobaldo 'mid this sullen calm hath raised
This sad and senseless storm,
The fatal error then was his.
Let him hope pardon for the wrong, I saw
Roselo did but in due defence of honour draw.
Enter Duke of Verona, a Captain, soldiers, and people.
Duke. Not one in fault shall 'scape alive.
Captain. Of this event Teobaldo Castelvin alone
Doth bear all blame.
Duke. And the wounded, count they for much?
Captain. Many of each rival house.
Duke. Who slain?
