[Enter Bernardo And Savella.]

SAVELLA [TO HIS FOLLOWERS]: Go search the castle round; sound the alarm; Look to the gates, that none escape!

BEATRICE: What now?

BERNARDO: I know not what to say...my father's dead.

BEATRICE: How; dead! he only sleeps; you mistake, brother. His sleep is very calm, very like death; 'Tis wonderful how well a tyrant sleeps. He is not dead?

BERNARDO: Dead; murdered.

LUCRETIA [WITH EXTREME AGITATION]: Oh no, no! He is not murdered though he may be dead; I have alone the keys of those apartments.

SAVELLA: Ha! Is it so?

BEATRICE: My Lord, I pray excuse us; We will retire; my mother is not well: She seems quite overcome with this strange horror.