Nurse. Yes, my Lord, the more’s my sorrow!
Anto. Nay then, I see the Devils did speak truth;
Francisco, their kind Couzen, Whor’d them both,
By Heav’ns they took their turns, I see it plain!
O that I could invent some horrid Death,
And had but time to execute it on them;
But since I cannot, plain stabbing will do well,
The less they’ve here, the more they’l find in Hell.
Nurse. I hope you will not kill your Lady, Sir!
Anto. Not kill her! But I must.
Nurse. What have I done? Oh, oh.
[Cryes out oh, oh.
Anto. Hold, stop your mouth, I’le stop it for you else;
They’l hear her, and escape!
Come, Jasper, are you ready?
Jasp. Yes, my Lord, I follow.
[Exeunt.
Nurse. What have I done, one Murder on another?
I see ’twas he that kill’d Eugenia now,
By’s naming Don Francisco; oh, that Jasper—
Oh, the Ghost again—what shall I do?