Anto. Ah, thou hast kill’d me; yet I have strength enough
They fight. A noise without. Jasper is mortally wounded. To send thy Soul to hell.
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.
Runs Pedro through as he lyes, and Nurse. I should have serv’d you thus, and thus,
and thus—and you too thus.
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, Cælia dead too! What made you do’t, my Lord?