Ped. Nurse call’d, and said my Lady would speak with me.
Cæl. Bid him come in.
Flor. My Lady bids you enter.
[Enter Pedro.
Cæl. Pedro, the Nurse is mad, I did not call you,
You see how she has scratcht poor Flora’s Face,
She came just now shreeking and staring hither;
If you could lock her up into some Room,
A noise, Exiturus, he fights, and Enters with Antonio, whom when he sees, he lets fall his point, and is kill’d. Jasper runs Flora through. It would do well.
Ped. I hear her coming up.
Thieves, Madam, Thieves!
Oh Heav’ns, it is my Lord!
Anto. Damn’d Letcher, so it is!
What, does your Courage fail you—
There, take that—
[Runs him through.
And boast in Hell that Don Antonio’s Sword
Did thee the Honour to send thee thither.
Flor. O Heav’ns! My fears were true, the Rogue has kill’d me.