stance is not safe,
The Family may chance o're hear our words.

_Eug._ I've more cause, should I come down,
You would attempt my strength, and Argument
To violate my Vows, as first you did
My Virgin-Honour.

_Fran._ No, upon my Life, do but descend,
And may the Heav'ns pour all their Vengeance on me
If I do attempt you with a sillable
To break your Resolution.

_Eug._ Is any with you?

_Fran._ Yes, my Friend, _Sebastian_.

_Eug._ Let him speak, then.

_Sebast._ Madam, upon my Life, I will secure you,
And glory I have so much cause to do it.

_Eug._ Your Virtue I rely on for my safety.
[She takes the Light from above.

_Enter _Antonio_ and _Jasper_._

_Anto._ I cannot hear their words, yet I'm sure
It's _Caelia's_ there, her Habit tells me that.
Let's draw a little nearer.

_Sebast._ Look there, _Francisco_, are not those two Men
Are creeping there?

_Fran._ 'Tis so, let's slip aside.

[Ex. _Fran._ and _Sebastian_.

_Enter _Eugenia_ below._

_Eug._ Where are you, Couzen _Francisco_? Are you there?

_Anto._ I, here, here, perfidious Woman.
[Stabs her, she falls.

_Eug._ Oh, _Francisco_, 'tis an inhuman deed,
[Ex. _Ant._, _Jasp_.
To kill me thus, 'cause I would sin no longer,
But thou hast kept thy word, and took thy leave.
As I must now, of all the World, and thee--oh, oh--

_Enter _Gerardo_ and Servant._

_Ger._ Pray Heav'n I be'n't too late, the Garden door
So open makes me wonder: Heard you no groans?

_Serv._ I think I did, my Lord; heark, Sir again.

_Eug._ Oh, oh; I fain would live a little longer,
If but to ask forgiveness of _Gerardo_,
My Soul will scarce reach Heav'n without his Pardon.

_Ger._ Who's that wou'd go to Heav'n, and wants my Pardon?
Take it, what e're thou art, and mayst thou be
Happy in Death, what e're thou didst design.

_Eug._ Is that _Gerardo's_ Voyce? Sure loss of Blood
Doth make my fancy Idle: Is't _Gerardo_?

_Ger._ Thou greatest Blessing of my Soul, it is.

_Eug._ No, no, my Lord, you will abhor my Name,
When I shall tell the story made me thus.

_Ger._ Heav'n knows I sooner should abhor my Life:
But tell me the Author of this horrid mischief,
That I may flye as quick to my Revenge,
As these sad thoughts do seize upon thy Soul.

_Eug._ When you shall hear my story, your Revenge
Will, as I fear, vent against me in Curses.

_Ger._ Were thy Crimes great as theirs that left thee thus
By all thy Virgin hopes I would not Curse the