[Falls & dyes.
Anto. Now Monster of thy Sex, see this, and tell me
What are the effects you do expect from it?
Cæl. Death, that’s less terrible then is your Anger,
Which I perceive by it’s effects already,
Upon that Innocent Man cannot stay there.
Anto. Are your concerns for him, when they should be
Employ’d to Heav’n for mercy to your Soul?
Nay, then Hell take it’s Quarry; this for Don Lewis,
This for Don Francisco; and take this last
For thy insatiate Lust with that damn’d Hind.
Cæl. This killing me, my Lord, is very cruel;
Since I ne’re sinn’d in thought against your Honour.
This, as I do expect Eternal Rest,
Is such a Truth, that I can dye in it.
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.
Cæl. 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?
Cæl. 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.