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 till morning in some Room: 
This, as I hope for heav’n, my Lord, is true.

Anto. Then ’tis as true, that I must never hope for it,
For I have kill’d a Wife of such obedience—­
But hold, I’le pump the Nurse—­who set her on
To tell me this.

    [Enter Nurse frighted.

Nurse. O! whether will you drive me!  Be gone, be gone!

Anto. Here, here she comes, I’le make her tell me all.

Jasp. But I’le prevent the story if I can.—­

  Jasper Runs Nurse through but is staid by Antonio.

Anto. What, does the Villain mean to kill her yet?

Jasp. Does she not deserve it?  To invent such lyes, And do such mischiefs with them.

Nurse. O thou damn’d Rogue!  ’Twas thou that made me do’t.

Jasp. You lying Witch, be damn’d—­
    [Offers at her again.

Anto. Forbear, you Rogue, I’le do as much for you else.  Speak, why you did it?

Nurse. My Lord, he threaten’d me, and made me do’t; And taught me to call Pedro when you knockt.