Ped. Look to your self, my Lord, he’l kill you else.

    [Jasper runs Anto. behind.

Jasp. This way is only left—­hell take your Tongue.

Anto. Ah, thou hast kill’d me; yet I have strength enough To send thy Soul to hell.

    [They fight.  A noise without. Jasper is mortally wounded.

Jasp. ’Tis done, I am catch’d at last in my Own Trap.  Oh, I deserve my Death for want Of fore-sight, to let him Live a spye upon my Actions.  I should have serv’d you thus, and thus, And thus—­and you too thus.

    [Runs Pedro through as he lyes, and Nurse.

Ped. Oh, O, O!

    [Pedro and Nurse Dye.

Anto. Infernal Monster! how his malice lasts.

Within. This way’s the noise.

  Enter Captain, Watch, and Servant.

Capt. What horrid sight is this?  We come too late.

Anto. Too late indeed, except you’d come to save The best of Wives that there lyes murder’d By my accursed hand.

Capt. What, Caelia dead too!  What made you do’t, my Lord?

Jasp. Alas! he cannot tell; the Jealous fool
Was but an Instrument in my Revenge;
’Tis only I can tell you why she dy’d. 
But yet I would not give that satisfaction,
Did I not fear my Name would be forgotten,
Except this Tale of my Revenge was known;
In which I shall live famous.—­

Serv. O thou Dogg!  Dost glory in the mischiefs thou hast done?

Jasp. I, and have reason; name the man that ever Did in one Day contrive so many Murders, And make ’em all Successful.

Capt. But what should move thee to this Villainy?

Jasp. For that you will not wonder.  I am Jasper De Monsalvo, Heir to that Estate This Lord doth now possess.

Anto. Ah Heav’ns! some of that desperate Bandity Did once attempt my life.

Jasp. Yes truly—­

Anto. Poor Caelia, ’tis no wonder thy mind did boad
Great mischiefs from this Fellow, being Son of
One did still contrive to kill me, for what the
King after just forfeiture for mighty services
Had given my Father.

Jasp. O Revenge! 
Thy sweetness takes away the taste of Death. 
But you’l lose my story; which in short is this: 
That Lady lov’d me not, and therefore I
Made her Lord Jealous, took him to a Witch,
And there I fool’d him finely:  Till the Jade,
Who was my Aunt indeed, at your approach
Would have discover’d all; which I prevented,
And stopt her Mouth with this:  Then I contriv’d
To kill Eugenia, knowing she would meet
Francisco in the Garden; that I did
Because she call’d me Villain, and refus’d
To let me Whore her too, as did her Couzen;
And more, I knew the simple Lord I serv’d