English poem
[Exeunt Lucretia And Beatrice.]
SAVELLA: Can you suspect who may have murdered him?
BERNARDO: I know not what to think.
SAVELLA: Can you name any Who had an interest in his death?
BERNARDO: Alas! I can name none who had not, and those most Who most lament that such a deed is done; My mother, and my sister, and myself.
SAVELLA: 'Tis strange! There were clear marks of violence. I found the old man's body in the moonlight Hanging beneath the window of his chamber, Among the branches of a pine: he could not Have fallen there, for all his limbs lay heaped And effortless; 'tis true there was no blood... Favour me, Sir; it much imports your house That all should be made clear; to tell the ladies That I request their presence.