SCENE V.—A Street in Padua.

Enter Francisco de Medicis, Lodovico, and Hortensio.

Lod. My lord, upon my soul, you shall no further; You have most ridiculously engaged yourself Too far already. For my part, I have paid All my debts; so, if I should chance to fall, My creditors fall not with me; and I vow To quit all in this bold assembly To the meanest follower. My lord, leave the city; Or I'll forswear the murder. [Exit. Fran. de Med. Farewell, Lodovico: If thou dost perish in this glorious act, I'll rear unto thy memory that fame Shall in the ashes keep alive thy name. [Exit. Hor. There's some black deed on foot. I'll presently Down to the citadel, and raise some force. These strong court-factions, that do brook no checks, In the career oft break the riders' necks. [Exit.