Appears e're long a truth Infallible,
And your own Eyes will bear me witness of it.
_Anto._ Well, pitch upon a private stand for us,
That you know most convenient.
[Ex. _Jasp_.
Strange it is,
If this should prove a falshood after this;
I've threaten'd him with Death upon the failer,
Yet still he has persisted to affirm it,
Besides, I climb'd the Garden Wall before him,
And that way gave him time for his escape,
If he'd design to make it: These Circumstances
Do half perswade 'tis true. Oh, apprehension!
So terrible the consequence appears,
It makes my brain turn round, and Night seem darker.
The Moon begins to drown her self in Clouds,
Leaving a duskish horror every where,
My sickly fancy makes the Garden seem
Like those benighted Groves in _Plato's_ Kingdoms,
Which Poets fancy that the damn'd inhabit.
_Jasp._ My Lord, my Lord.
[Enter _Jasper_.
_Anto._ What now?
_Jasp._ The Garden Door just opens, step this way, lest
You be seen.
[They stand close.
_Enter _Francisco_ and _Sebastian_._
_Fran._ 'Tis hardly late enough, we'l stay a little,
For I perceive no light i' th' usual Window.
_Sebast._ But are you confident _Antonio's_ absent?
_Fran._ I'm told for certain that he went from home
To see _Don John Valasco_, who is sick.
_Sebast._ Nay, then with safety we may walk a turn,
Though I confess, do what I can, my fears
Surmount my Reason and perswades there's danger.
_Fran._ A hundred times I've past it in as much,
Yet then with confidence you slighted all;
Prethee forbear to urge them any more;
I'm half turn'd Coward with your fears already.
_Sebast._ Let's take a turn then further from the House,
And by some other talk divert our thoughts.
[Exeunt.
_Anto._ _Jasper_, I find thy Informations true,
Thus far at least; these are my Wife's kind Couzens.
Hell rid e'm from the World.
_Jasp._ A hundred times they had been here before
In as much danger: Mark you that, my Lord?
_Anto._ I, and in Soul retorted back the Lye,
For they in all their Lives ne're knew a danger
Equal to that they're near: Heark! how the Owl
Summons their Souls to take a flight with her,
Where they shall be Eternally benighted:
Now I again believe it was a Witch;
For here me-thinks I see a thousand Devils
Waiting in the Air with fire-forks in their hands,
Just as our City Serjeants wait with Maces,
To toss their Souls to their Eternal Prison;
Look there, that flash of Lightning does confirm it.
Nay, do but stay a little, you shall have all.
All, all; not a Soul of e'm shall escape this Night.
No, no, 'twill spoil good Company to part them,
But hold, a Light appears, draw back to cover.
[Exeunt.
_Enter _Francisco_ and _Sebastian_._
_Sebast._ The Light is there, make haste and give the sign.
[_Francisco_ strikes a Key upon his Sword; _Eugenia_ appears
above in _Cælia's_ Gown.
_Eug._ Who's there, _Francisco_?
_Fran._ The same, and would desire your Company below.
_Eug._ This distance fits us better! Oh, _Francisco_,
Had we but alwayes kept it, I had been
A spotless Off'ring to my Bridal Bed,
But now must cloud my Marriage Joys with shame,
And fear of what will follow.
_Fran._ Pray descend, this distance is not safe,
The Family may chance o're hear our words.
_Eug._ I've more cause, should I come down,
You would attempt my strength, and Argument
To violate my Vows, as first you did
My Virgin-Honour.
_Fran._ No, upon my Life, do but descend,
And may the Heav'ns pour all their Vengeance on me
If I do attempt you with a sillable
To break your Resolution.
_Eug._ Is any with you?
_Fran._ Yes, my Friend, _Sebastian_.
_Eug._ Let him speak, then.
_Sebast._ Madam, upon my Life, I will secure you,
And glory I have so much cause to do it.
_Eug._ Your Virtue I rely on for my safety.
[She takes the Light from above.
_Enter _Antonio_ and _Jasper_._
_Anto._ I cannot hear their words, yet I'm sure
It's _Cælia's_ there, her Habit tells me that.
Let's draw a little nearer.
_Sebast._ Look there, _Francisco_, are not those two Men
Are creeping there?
_Fran._ 'Tis so, let's slip aside.
[Ex. _Fran._ and _Sebastian_.
_Enter _Eugenia_ below._
_Eug._ Where are you, Couzen _Francisco_? Are you there?
_Anto._ I, here, here, perfidious Woman.
[Stabs her, she falls.
_Eug._ Oh, _Francisco_, 'tis an inhuman deed,
[Ex. _Ant._, _Jasp_.
To kill me thus, 'cause I would sin no longer,
But thou hast kept thy word, and took thy leave.
As I must now, of all the World, and thee--oh, oh--
_Enter _Gerardo_ and Servant._
_Ger._ Pray Heav'n I be'n't too late, the Garden door
So open makes me wonder: Heard you no groans?
_Serv._ I think I did, my Lord; heark, Sir again.
_Eug._ Oh, oh; I fain would live a little longer,
If but to ask forgiveness of _Gerardo_,
My Soul will scarce reach Heav'n without his Pardon.
_Ger._ Who's that wou'd go to Heav'n, and wants my Pardon?
Take it, what e're thou art, and mayst thou be
Happy in Death, what e're thou didst design.
_Eug._ Is that _Gerardo's_ Voyce? Sure loss of Blood
Doth make my fancy Idle: Is't _Gerardo_?
_Ger._ Thou greatest Blessing of my Soul, it is.
_Eug._ No, no, my Lord, you will abhor my Name,
When I shall tell the story made me thus.
_Ger._ Heav'n knows I sooner should abhor my Life:
But tell me the Author of this horrid mischief,
That I may flye as quick to my Revenge,
As these sad thoughts do seize upon thy Soul.
_Eug._ When you shall hear my story, your Revenge
Will, as I fear, vent against me in Curses.
_Ger._ Were thy Crimes great as theirs that left thee thus
By all thy Virgin hopes I would not Curse thee.
_Eug._ My Lord, that's it you are deceiv'd in.
_Ger._ Nay, now thou rav'st--help me to bend her body
Her loss of Blood will keep her story from me;
And I shall Live i'th' dark, and ne're Revenge her.
_Eug._ Alas, my Lord, my Couzen, base _Francisco_,
Being let in by my accursed Nurse,
Came to my bed, and there by force and strength obtain'd
His hated ends.
_Ger._ Oh, damn'd Villain, he shall not long survive
To boast of it.
_Eug._ Had I staid there, and not consented further,
I should have needed pity, and not pardon.
_Ger._ Tell all the rest, for this is so surprizing,
I'd fain perswade my self it was a Dream.
_Eug._ After this Fatal loss, a shame succeeded,
Shame that produc'd fear; infus'd by threats
Urg'd both by him and her, wherein they said,
If I refus'd to grant that willingly,
Which he at first did force, they would declare
The Action to the World, so to disgrace me.
_Ger._ O that old wrinkl'd Hag! that she should plot this.
_Eug._ What will not wicked Age effect for Gold?
But they at last made fear or'e-come my Vertue,
And I by that made all their guilt my own,
Meeting him here still when he did appoint.
_Ger._ Well, this confest, how came you by these Wounds?
_Eug._ My Lord, _Francisco_ did entreat my Company
This Night; when as I enter'd,
Without a word, but here, perfidious Woman,
He stab'd me in the Breast, and left me thus.
_Ger._ Hadst thou been dead, and Angels told the story,
I should have thought, in Envy of thy worth,
They had invented it, and ne're believ'd it.
_Eug._ I have no breath to tell you; oh, my Lord,
I do forget, they still are in the Garden--
Have a care of--
[Dyes.
_Ger._ Have a care of what? Oh, speak, _Eugenia_, speak.
She's gone, she's gone; and could not tell her mind:
What is't I must have a care on! O some Angel
That waits to shew her Soul the way to Heav'n,
Come back and tell me, what it was she meant:
Was it her Reputation she took care of?
No, no, that cannot be, had it been that,
She might have kept the story to her self:
And then been Canoniz'd: Was it of me
She did express her care? If so, 'twas needless;
For he that lets me Live to kill _Francisco_,
Though he does so by me, when that is done,
Shall have my thanks and Prayers i'th' other World;
But stay, they're in the Garden, I'le go look e'm,
"For if Revenge so just I do delay,
I shall deserve Heav'ns Vengeance for the stay."
[Exeunt.
_Enter _Francisco_ and _Sebastian_._
_Fran._ Who should they be I wonder talk'd so long?
_Sebast._ Sure, when she found us not, she would retire.
_Fran._ No doubt on't; yet I am not satisfy'd what two
Those were, and why they staid so long.
Could your Ear reach to understand their words?
_Sebast._ No, not a syllable more then a humming noise.
_Fran._ Nor mine; but now they're gone, let's walk that way,
'Twill be the best to miss them.
_Sebast._ Content.
[Exeunt.
_Enter _Don Gerardo_ and Servant._
_Ger._ It is in vain to look e'm if they hide,
The Garden's large; besides perhaps they're gone;
We'l to the Body.
_Serv._ You're by it now, my Lord.
_Ger._ This Accident amazes me so much,
I go I know not where.
_Enter _Francisco_ and _ Sebastian_._
_Serv._ See there, my Lord, two Men.
_Fran._ W'are pretty near the Window, there's no Light.
_Ger._ Have at thy heart, _Francisco_,
This Token from _Eugenia_.
[_Ger._ and servant draw.
_Fran._ Nay, then, at thine: Be whom thou wilt, that Name
Tells me thou'rt no Friend.
_Sebast._ Courage, _Sebastian's_ by thee.
_They Fight, the Servant shoots _Sebastian_ just as _Francisco_ runs
_Gerardo_ through, which pursuing, Servant kills him too._
My fears are come about, for I am kill'd;
_Francisco_, fare thee well.
[Dyes.]
_Fran._ 'Tis double Death to see my Friend dye thus.
Was't not enough, you Fates, to take my Life,
But I must guilty be of murd'ring him.
_Serv._ My Lord, how do you?
_Ger._ Making what haste I can to meet _Eugenia_.
_Serv._ O me! Unfortunate!
_Ger._ Bewail me not; Death is a pleasure to me,
Since I can see _Francisco_ lye there by me;
But ask him e're I dye,
What made him kill _Eugenia_?
_Fran._ What, is _Eugenia_ Dead?
_Ger._ Why seems it strange to thee, who basely hast
First Rob'd her of her Honour, then of Life.
_Fran._ _Gerardo_, it was cruelty to kill her, being as
Yet she had not done thee wrong, and dying,
I rejoyce I have Reveng'd her.
_Ger._ _Francisco_, sure thy Crimes have made thee Devil,
Or thou would'st ne're transfer thy Treachery
By murd'ring her, and place it thus on me.
_Fran._ May I reach Heav'n as I'm Innocent
Of any Death but yours: Which if a guilt
Forgive me Heav'n and you as--
[Dyes.
_Serv._ He's dead, my Lord.
_Ger._ With such a Lye in's mouth;
O Heavenly Angels lead me not his way,
For he must alwayes walk i'th' paths of falshood;
Remove me nearer to _Eugenia's_ Body;
My Spirits faint apace, and I must follow:
One word, and then farewell;
I have no time for to Reward thy care:
Here, take this Ring, and give it to my Brother,
He left it with me when he went to Travel;
Tell him I still preserv'd it for his sake,
A faithful pledge of our United Friendship.
Bid him, that by this Token he believes
Three words I left within my Cabinet
Concerning thee this Evening: He will do it,
And use thee as a Friend, as I have done.
_Serv._ I'le bear the Ring, but not the Message, Sir;
I ne're will seek for Friends when you are gone.
_Ger._ I do conjure thee do it: Tell our story too
As true as is thy self: But have a care,
Wound not _Eugenia_'s Fame more then must needs.
_Francisco_'s and _Eugenia's_ dying words
Will make it strangely dark, as 'tis to me,
But I must leave it so!
Give me thy hand, commend me to _Antonio_;
Alas! I had forgot him, pray Heav'n his story
Produce no further mischief; tell _Cælia_ nothing
Befor't be day: Bus'ness comes thronging on me,
But I faint--make but one Grave, and lay us
In it thus--Farewell.
[Dyes.
_Serv._ Now dyes the justest Man the Earth contains,
And I would do so too, but that I know
Self-murderers ne're must keep him Company;
I'le set the Bodies up against the Wall,
And call the Watch; what if they say I'm guilty,
And make my Life to answer all these Deaths:
Why, let e'm do't, for Death would now be well
Since to survive his loss to me's a Hell.
[Exit.
_Enter _Antonio_ and _Jasper_._
_Jasp._ Come, come, my Lord, the coast is quiet now.
_Anto._ I hope that Pistol sav'd our swords a labour.
_Jasp._ I'm sure they could not leave the Garden yet,
But we must needs have seen e'm.
_Anto._ Nay, I'm sure they did not pass the Garden door,
For if they had, we should have stopt their Journey.
_Jasp._ I think I heard a talking up this way,
After the Pistol made us leave our Post.
_Anto._ Though I did leave the Door, yet still my Eye
Was bent that way, and I saw none to pass.
But stay, where's _Cælia's_ Body?
_Jasp._ See, my Lord,
There is a Man doth hold her in his Arms.
_Anto._ It is _Francisco_ sure! Have at his heart.
[Runs at _Gerardo_.
How's this, not stir! Nay, then he's dead
Already--the Moon deceives me, or it is _Gerardo_.
Oh Heav'n's! It is my Friend, dead, dead, and stiff,
And my accursed hand hath Wounded him.
This is not _Cælia_ neither, but _Eugenia_ in her Gown!
What strange mistakes are these?
_Jasp._ But who are here?
_Anto._ What, more!
By Heav'ns _Francisco_ and his Friend _Sebastian_!
Both dead too! Death has had a Feast to Night.
Do not we Dream? As for this Womans Death,
Surely her Fathers Soul did guide my hand
To strike the blow, since needs she must betray
Her Honour to _Francisco_, in these meetings!
But oh, my Sword hath pierc'd my Friend _Gerardo_.
What Fatal Accident mixt his Blood with theirs.
But stay, there's Light appears, slip into the Grotto.
[Exeunt.
_Enter Servant, Captain, and Watch, with two Torches._
_Serv._ Here is the dismal place I told you of,
And here the Bodies.
_Capt._ A fight most terrible in time of Peace!
But did _Francisco_ still deny her Death?
_Serv._ To his last moment;
He did confess he had abus'd her,
But would have plac'd her Death upon my Lord.
And seem'd as much to wonder we deny'd it
As we that he did so.
_Capt._ What said _Sebastian_?
_Serv._ He scarce did speak a word after I shot him.
_Capt._ Had we not best to knock, and call _Antonio_?
_Serv._ He's not at Home.
_Capt._ Yes, but I'm sure he is.
_Serv._ He was not late at Night, for I was there.
_Capt._ That's strange, for just at shutting in o'th' Evening
I met him at a House that stands i'th' Suburbs,
Saying, he would go Home.
I think however we had best to knock.
_Serv._ My dying Lord made it his last desire,
That _Cælia_ might not be disturb'd this Night.
_Capt._ Well, take the Bodies up, and keep e'm safe,
You shall to the Vice-Roy's presently with me,
I scarce perform my trust, if I detain
The knowledge of so strange an Accident
A moment from his Ears, whose Wisdom will
Direct in this, which far exceeds my skill.
[Exeunt.
_Enter _Antonio_ and _Jasper_._
_Jasp._ You see, my Lord, that I was in the right,
I only said, it was my Ladies Gown,
But never did affirm it was her Person.
_Anto._ And I am glad it is not: Now, if Nurse
Fails too in her discovery, I am safe,
For if we keep our Councel, all these Deaths
Lye pat amongst themselves, and there's not one,
Except _Gerardo_, that I'd wish alive;
He was my friend, and it looks Ominous,
That I should Wound him so, though after Death:
_Jasper_, thy diligence shan't want Reward,
But that must follow: Come, let's away.
[Exit.
_Jasp._ My Reward follows! I believe it does;
'Faith, my good Lord, be sure it be a good one,
Or be content to hang for Company;
Now hap what will, I'le rid him 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.
_Cælia_ Discover'd in Bed, _Flora_ by her.
_Cæl._ 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.
_Cæl._ 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.
_Cæl._ _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.
_Cæl._ 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 still?
_Flor._ What, is the Woman mad, or would be thought so?
What makes you stand and stare thus?
_Nurse._ Did you see no Body?
_Cæl._ Who should we see but an Old doting fool,
That turn'd a Child again, would Act like one,
And can't find a proper time for't neither.
_Flor._ What make you up so late, Nurse?
_Nurse._ What's that to you? It may be I sat up
To make my Lady merry with this Jest,
But now, forsooth, I'm grown too Old to please her.
You are her favourite--what, come again?
O, do not stare so at me!
[Shreeks.]
[Exit.
_Cæl._ There's something more in this then barely play!
How the Old Woman star'd? sure she's run mad!
For shame, or sorrow _Jasper_ goes away.
Prethee follow her.
_Flor._ Since you will have me, Madam, I will do't,
Though I dare scarcely venture.
[Exit.
_Cæl._ The greatest Object pity hath, is Age,
When it returns to Childishness again,
As this Old Woman doth; and though we say,
That Age is Honourable, we only mean,
When Gravity and Wisdom are its marks,
And not gray hairs, and froward peevishness,
As ten for one, are known by to be Old,
And though we see this true, yet we would all
Prolong our time to that decrepid state,
When nothing but contempt can wait upon us;
How strangely sin dastards our very Reason,
Making that guide us to desire known ills
Rather then Joys, that promis'd we deserve not;
For the best Men through sense of guilt do fear
To change for unseen Joys their troubles here.
[Exit.
_Enter Nurse._
_Nurse._ If this Ghost follow still, 'twill make me mad;
For sure it is a Ghost it looks so pale;
Ay, and _Eugenia's_ Ghost, I'm sure it is;
But who should kill her? May be _Don Francisco_!
Oh, there it is again--It's not my fault--
Oh, do not follow me then: What shall I do?
See there again, she points unto her Breasts--
It's gone again, I fear 'twill make me mad--
I'le go to Prayers: But I forget my bus'ness,
My Lord will come, and I must let him in,
And shew him what I promis'd, or he'l kill me.
_Enter _Flora_._
What, come again! Oh, Heav'ns! I'le stop my Eyes,
_Flor._ Nurse, are you mad?
_Nurse._ No, you would make me so! But I defie thee--
Be gone, thou Spirit, i'th' name of Heav'n, be gone.
_Flor._ Who should be gone?
_Nurse._ Thou! for thou'rt the Devil. Come not near me.
_Flor._ My Lady sent me to you--
_Nurse._ No, no, she did not, for she lov'd me always,
And would not send the Devil thus to fright me.
_Flor._ I am no Devil, Nurse, look upon me, I'm _Flora_.
_Nurse._ Ay, where's the Spirit then I saw just now?
_Flor._ There was no worser Spirit then my self.
_Nurse._ No; pray Minx, what makes you follow me?
I'le set you back again i'th' Devils Name,
Come you to spy my Actions.
_Flor._ No, Nurse, my Lady sent me, don't be angry,
She was afraid that you were running mad.
_Nurse._ I, mad, it may be so; now I am Old
I must be mad, forsooth; but time has been,
There's ne're a Servant durst have laught at me,
Nor I'le not take it now, no that I won't,
I'le tear your Eyes out first.
[ _She runs after _Flora_, who still is too quick for her._
_Flor._ Nay, softly, Nurse; so, so; ay, there!
_Nurse._ Where where? I see it now, It's strangely pale!
O, do not fright me so; it's gone again.
And now I shall have time to follow you;
Nay, now I'le tear thy Eyes out.
[ _As _Flora_ runs away, she falls, Nurse gets upon her._
_Flor._ Oh, Nurse, Nurse! have mercy on me,
Do not scratch me so.
_Nurse._ I'le be thy Death, there's nothing shall preserve you.
Ah ---- are you there again! The Devil, the Devil.
[Exit.
_Flor._ 'Twas well for me her madness work't again,
And made her take a whim to run away,
She would have kill'd me else, do what I could;
I'le stay no longer, lest she come again.
I'd not be in her fingers as I was
For all I'm worth.
[Exit.
_Enter Captain, Watch, and Servant._
_Capt._ When I consider every Circumstance
Of what you tell, and what I know my self,
I must conclude, I ought not to defer
To search _Antonio_'s House: if he's from home,
As you pretend he is; It makes me think
There is some strange Intrigue design'd by him.
For why should he turn back, as you relate,
And then obscure himself in such a House?
Besides, he told me, he was strait for Home,
And yet it seems was not, as you say.
_Serv._ It's truth, upon my Life, he was not there
At past the hour of Nine.
_Watch._ Who comes there!
[Enter the little Devil, and runs and skulkes.
Captain, the Devil, the Devil!
See where he stands?
_Capt._ O' my Conscience! The Witches little Familiar again!
If you're afraid, let me come, I'm us'd to
These sort of Devils! Come, come, uncase,
[It sputters like a Cat, Captain to him.
Uncase, young Gamester, what slippery pranck
Are you about now? Don't you remember your
Last escape, Sirrah?
_Devil._ Pray Master don't whip me, I'le tell all.
_Capt._ Out with it then; where's the Old Witch, your Mistress?
_Devil._ Alas, Captain, she was kill'd to Night when
You brought in the Watch to search our House.
_Capt._ Kill'd, by whom?
_Devil._ I know not that, but we were putting a cheat
Upon a Lord there, by contrivance of his Man,
And when you knockt, we ran to our lurking holes
To hide us, but when the Coast was clear, we came
Out, and seeking for my Mistress, found her dead in one
Of the holes thrust through her Body with a Dagger in
Three places.
_Capt._ What cheat was that you put upon the Lord?
_Dev._ We Acted like Devils, and in a Song made him
Believe his Wife did Cuckold him.
_Capt._ This was _Antonio_, whom I met there, Sir.
_Devil._ Ay, that's his Name, a mighty furious Man,
He said, he'd kill e'm all before 'twas day.
He made me quake to hear him; I hope now,
Captain, you will let me go.
_Capt._ No, no, you Rogue! If he has done more mischief
You shall be hang'd, except you find your Fellows
That joyn'd i'th' cheat with you to make him Jealous.
_Devil._ I'le bring you presently to them, and shew you all
Their holes; they did but send me out to watch when
The Coast was clear!
_Capt._ Who, say you, set you on to this design?
_Devil._ An ill-look'd Rogue, his Man, the Witches Nephew;
I think they call him _Jasper_.
_Capt._ Well, take the Boy, and call some of your Fellows,
And there surprize them all. I'le not defer
My searching to prevent the mischief
That _Don Antonio_ further may design,
For I believe he had a hand in this
Was done i'th' Garden, however the mistake
Did happen to begin between the Dead.
_Serv._ Come, Sir, make haste, for I begin to fear
Some Tragedy is Acted in the House,
For _Don Antonio_'s Rage is alwayes quick,
And they have toucht the string will stretch it highest.
_Capt._ Come then, let's hasten back.
[Whistling behind the Stage.
_Enter Nurse._
_Nurse._ Ay, that's his whistle, and I must obey't.
Why _Pedro_, _Pedro_! What, are you dead asleep?
_Pedro_, I say.
_Pedro within._ Who calls?
_Nurse._ _Pedro_, rise quickly, my Lady _Cælia_ wants you.
_Ped._ What can she want me for at such a time?
_Nurse._ I know not, but _Flora_ came, and said you must
Come quickly, I think, to Ride to my Lord.
_Ped._ I come, but I'le have a care of your tricks, Nurse.
[ _Enter _Pedro_ in a Night-Gown, with his sword in's hand._
_Nurse._ What tricks? What do you
Do with your Sword?