im with this murther;
Till I do make him spend's Estate to Bribe me:
"I was his Slave before for fear; but now
I'le make him mine, since I this secret know."
[Exit.

_The End of the Fourth Act._

Act the Fifth.

_Caelia_ Discover'd in Bed, _Flora_ by her.

_Cael._ Sure 'twas a real Pistol-shot that wak'd me,
Yet from a Dream so terrible, it did it,
That I had rather never sleep again,
Then hazzard such another. I thought I saw
Lye dead by me,
My Lord _Antonio_, _Don Gerardo_, _Jasper_,
The Nurse, _Francisco_, and the Young _Sebastian_,
With _Pedro_, and thy self; this dreadful sight,
Or else the Pistols noise, I spoke of, wak'd me,
And made me cry help, help, which frighted thee.

_Flor._ Why truly, Madam, it was a dreadful Dream,
And I as much was frighted at your call,
Yet, for my own part, I did hear no Pistol.

_Cael._ It may be then, it only was my fancy,
For truly all my Dream seems still to me
So like a truth, that I can scarce distinguish
Whether I then did wake, or now am sleeping;
And but I see these things, and thee so plain,
I should conclude my Dream did still continue.

_Flor._ Pray Heav'n divert all mischief from the house,
For I have heard it said by Learned Men,
Nay, and Religious too, that Dreams like these.
That stick so fast upon our fancies waking,
Are guided by a power that's more then Chance,
And alwayes are portents of something like them:
I'm sure, for my own part, do what I can,
That Dream I had will not yet leave my head,
Which makes me think _Jasper_ designs me mischief.

_Cael._ _Flora_, you go too far, Dreams are but shadows
Reflected from some Acts the day preceeding,
As ours are now; for from those Accidents
Of my Lords taking _Jasper_, the Dream you told,
And _Don Gerardo's_ naming of _Francisco_,
Mine now is formed: Thus they but succeed
Things past, and not prognostick things to come.

_Flor._ Pray Heav'ns these do not do't, but I'm afraid.

_Enter Nurse, frighted with _Eugenia's_ Ghost._

_Nurse._ Stand off, stand off, what makes you follow me?
I'm sure I did not kill you, if you're dead,
Or if you be not, why are you so pale?--
So, so--she's gone--but what made me come hither.

_Cael._ What, do you study wayes to fright me, Nurse?
It is no proper time to play your tricks.
What makes you up at such a time of Night?
Look, how she stands amaz'd, and doth not answer;
Think you I take a pleasure to be frighted?
That you persist in't s