LANCIOTTO.  Can howling make this sight more terrible? 
Peace!  You disturb the angels up in heaven,
While they are hiding from this ugly earth. 
Be satisfied with what you see.  You two
Began this tragedy, I finished it. 
Here, by these bodies, let us reckon up
Our crimes together.  Why, how still they lie! 
A moment since, they walked, and talked, and kissed! 
Defied me to my face, dishonoured me! 
They had the power to do it then; but now,
Poor souls, who’ll shield them in eternity? 
Father, the honour of our house is safe: 
I have the secret.  I will to the wars,
And do more murders, to eclipse this one. 
Back to the battles; there I breathe in peace;
And I will take a soldier’s honour back.—­
Honour! what’s that to me now?  Ha! ha! ha! [Laughing.]
A great thing, father!  I am very ill. 
I killed thy son for honour:  thou mayst chide. 
O God!  I cannot cheat myself with words! 
I loved him more than honour—­more than life—­
This man, Paolo—­this stark, bleeding corpse! 
Here let me rest, till God awake us all!
                                                  [Falls on PAOLO’S body.