And boast in Hell that _Don Antonio_'s Sword
Did thee the Honour to send thee thither.

_Flor._ O Heav'ns! My fears were true, the Rogue has kill'd me.
[Falls & dyes.

_Anto._ Now Monster of thy Sex, see this, and tell me
What are the effects you do expect from it?

_Cael._ Death, that's less terrible then is your Anger,
Which I perceive by it's effects already,
Upon that Innocent Man cannot stay there.

_Anto._ Are your concerns for him, when they should be
Employ'd to Heav'n for mercy to your Soul?
Nay, then Hell take it's Quarry; this for _Don Lewis_,
This for _Don Francisco_; and take this last
For thy insatiate Lust with that damn'd Hind.

_Cael._ This killing me, my Lord, is very cruel;
Since I ne're sinn'd in thought against your Honour.
This, as I do expect Eternal Rest,
Is such a Truth, that I can dye in it.

_Anto._ O Hell and Furies! This Womans impudence exceeds you all.
See there a Dog just wreeking from thy Bed,
Hot with the Labour you have put him to:
And yet in thought you did not wrong my Honour.

_Cael._ From my Bed, my Lord! You are abus'd;
That fellow was not here full half a minute,
E're your self enter'd! Oh, I can no more--
Heav'n and the World grant Pardon for my Blood.
For truth it self bears witness; I dare say
That more I sorrow for your guilt then Death.

_Anto._ If this be true, tell me as thou art dying,
What made him here at such a time o' Night?

_Cael._ I cannot tell more, then that the Nurse did send him;
And she's run mad with guilt, or shame, or both!
Oh, I can say no more--the Room turns Round;
My Lord, farewell--Heav'n pardon you all Blood,
As I forgive you mine--oh, oh--
[Dyes.

_Anto._ Her Death both staggers, and amazes me!
Are these Dead too?

_Ped._ Not yet, my Lord, I am not.
Your Sword hath left me some small time for Prayers,
And it had need; for I believe few Souls
Can be assur'd to find their way to heav'n
Without more warning to begin their Journey.
But yet I do not find much cause for doubt.

_Anto._ Nay, if thou'st hopes, by that I do conjure thee
Tell me, what brought thee hither?

_Ped._ The Nurses madness;
She call'd me from my Bed, and told me, _Flora_
Was sent to bid me come unto my Lady,
Which though I scarce believ'd, yet I did do't.

_Anto._ Why did you say it was her madness did it?

_Ped._ My Lady said she was so, for she came
Not long before shreeking into this Chamber,
So as you enter'd I was going down
To lock her up