When he had Murder’d her, as I should make him,
Would thank my Care, and well reward it too: 
Nay, I’d have him do’t for his own safety,
That still the Murder might be thought Francisco’s;
You know the rest i’th’ Garden.  I taught besides
That damn’d Old Hagg, whose fear has made me thus,
To put this trick on Pedro:  I bid her call him
When she should hear us whistle, then in haste,
And all undrest send him to Caelia’s Chamber,
Whilst we, let in, might meet him coming thence,
Thinking the Cuckold’s Rage would murder all,
And never hear ’em speak; but there I fail’d,
Their dying words betray’d me, that’s the worst,
Or I had liv’d to glory in their Deaths;
But this my Comfort is, he’l not survive me,
I have done his bus’ness too before I dye.

Serv. Was er’e so Impudent a Villain seen?

Capt. I’le try to stop his wounds, that so I may keep him for Execution.

Jasp. Stand off, by Hell,
He that comes near me finds his Death with this! 
Think you I’m grown so tame to dye by Law;
No, no, I’le not endure a formal Tryal,
To be upbraided with those things I think
Deserve a Trophy rather then Contempt,
Which since I know will follow, here’s my Bail,
This will deliver any Man from Jayl. 
Let Cowards dye by hanging; such as I
As we live bravely, thus dare bravely dye.
    [Stabs himself.

Capt. He has done well; no Excutioner
Could have been found so bad as his own hand,
And Hell will give him what he wants on Earth: 
And yet, my Lord, it troubles me for you,
Since my Place binds me to secure your Person,
To answer Law for all your Rage has done.

Anto. Shame almost stops my mouth; yet, Captain, know
My wound won’t give me time for that misfortune;
Stay but a little, let me fix my Eyes
On what lies here, for that alone would give me
A sudden Death, had I no other hurt. 
I dare not hope for Heav’n, having done
So black a Murder on such Innocence,
And yet I do believe her Charity
As it did dying, still doth beg that Pardon
Might from above be granted to my soul,
Which if I miss, as I have cause to fear,
Then sure I shall be turn’d into a Devil
For ever to Torment his Cursed soul
That led me to these mischiefs. 
’Twould be some ease, if Heaven but granted that,
But I begin to faint!  Oh, Blessed Soul
Dart forth one Beam of Light, to guide the way,
Or I shall always wander in the dark. 
Night seizes me already:  yet from hence
In spight of death my soul shall take her flight,
Go where I will, I thus set out a right.
    [Dyes.

Serv. He’s dead—­

Capt. By dying so, at least he’s thus far happy,
That he Escapes the Punishments of Tryal,
And the Exemplar death must have attended
Which to a man so Jealous of his Fame
As he was, would have been a Hell on Earth. 
Your Duty to your Lord will keep you safe,
Yet you must to the Vice-Roy go with me
To be a Witness there of what hath happn’d,
The story else will seem Incredible.