[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?