Captain. Otavio, Teobaldo's son.
Duke. Where rests the corse?
Captain. Within the shadow of the sacred cross.
Confess'd, absolved, he meekly died,
His father and his weeping kin beside.
Duke. Who kill'd Otavio?
Captain. Roselo Montes, son
To Arnaldo Montes; all voices say
'Twas Otavio Castelvin provoked the fray
With many bitter words, and so
The deed was one of self-defence, I know.
Duke. Hast thou not some of Montes blood
Flowing in thy veins?
Captain. Of Montes or Castelvin none,
Nor have I aught of fondness or contempt
For one or other of their houses.
Fesenio. I serve the noble Teobaldo, and I loved
Otavio as a son, for in their house
Since earliest youth I've served;
But in my conscience can I not
Speak of Otavio free from blame;
He did Roselo Montes much provoke,
Who calling all to witness that
He would but guard his threaten'd life,
And strive to keep Verona free from strife.
Captain. Most noble Duke, hast aught To question more.
Fesenio. Most gracious Duke,
All present should be question'd close.
Duke. Where is Roselo Montes now?
Captain. In yonder tower he refuge finds,
There with his servant, who defends
