'Tis Pity She's a Whore/Act III Scene IX
[SCENA NONA. The street before the Cardinal's gates.]
Enter Florio, Donado, Richardetto, Poggio and Officers.
Florio. 'Tis bootlesse now to shew your selfe a child,Signior Donado; what is done, is done:Spend not the time in teares, but seeke for justice. Richardetto. I must confesse somewhat I was in fault5That had not first acquainted you what lovePast twixt him and my neece; but, as I live,His fortune grieves me as it were mine owne. Donado. Ala[s], poore creature! he ment no man harme;That I am sure of. Flo.I beleeve that too.10But stay, my maisters, are you sure you sawThe murtherer passe here? [First] Officer. And it please you, sir, weeare sure wee saw a ruffian with a naked weaponin his hand all bloody get into my Lord Cardi-15nals Graces gate; that wee are sure of; but forfeare of his grace, bless us, we durst goe nofurther. Do. Know you what manner of man hee was? [Second] Officer. yes, sure I know the man;20they say a is a souldier; hee that lov'd yourdaughter, sir, an't please y'ee; 'twas hee for cer-taine. Flo. Grimaldi, on my life! [Second] Officer.I, I, the same. Rich. The Cardinall is noble; he no doubtWill give true justice.25 Do.Knock, some one, at the gate.Poggio knocks. Poggio. I'le knocke, sir. Servant (within). What would 'ee? Flo. Wee require speech with the Lord CardinallAbout some present businesse: pray informe30His grace that we are here.Enter Cardinall and Grimaldi. Cardinal. Why, how now, friends! What sawcy mates are youThat know nor duty nor civillity?Are we a person fit to be your hoast,Or is our house become your common inne,35To beate our dores at pleasure? What such hasteIs yours as that it cannot waite fit times?Are you the maisters of this common-wealth,And know no more discretion? Oh, your newesIs here before you; you have lost a nephew,40Donado, last night by Grimaldi slaine:Is that your businesse? Well, sir, we have knowledge on't;Let that suffice. Grimaldi.In presence of your grace,In thought I never ment Bergetto harme;But, Florio, you can tell with how much scorne45Soranzo, backt with his confederates,Hath often wrong'd mee; I to be reveng'd,—For that I could not win him else to fight,—Had thought by way of ambush to have kild him,But was unluckely therein mistooke; 50Else hee had felt what late Bergetto did:And though my fault to him were meerely chance,Yet humbly I submit me to your grace,To doe with mee as you please. Car.Rise up, Grimaldi.You cittizens of Parma, if you seeke55For justice, know, as nuntio from the Pope,For this offence I here receive GrimaldiInto his holinesse protection.Hee is no common man, but nobly borne,Of princes blood, though you, Sir Florio,60Thought him to meane a husband for your daughter.If more you seeke for, you must goe to Rome,For hee shall thither: learne more wit, for shame.Bury your dead.—Away, Grimaldi; leave 'em.Ex. Car. & Gri. Do. Is this a church-mans voyce? Dwels justice here?65 Flo. Justice is fledd to heaven, and comes no neerer.Soranzo! Was't for him? O, impudence!Had he the face to speake it, and not blush?Come, come, Donado, there's no helpe in this,When cardinals thinke murder's not amisse.70Great men may do there wills, we must obey;But heaven will judge them for't another day.Exeunt.