Ger. Tell all the rest, for this is so surprizing,
I’d fain perswade my self it was a Dream.
Eug. After this Fatal loss, a shame succeeded,
Shame that produc’d fear; infus’d by threats
Urg’d both by him and her, wherein they said,
If I refus’d to grant that willingly,
Which he at first did force, they would declare
The Action to the World, so to disgrace me.
Ger. O that old wrinkl’d Hag! that she should plot this.
Eug. What will not wicked Age effect for Gold?
But they at last made fear or’e-come my Vertue,
And I by that made all their guilt my own,
Meeting him here still when he did appoint.
Ger. Well, this confest, how came you by these Wounds?
Eug. My Lord, Francisco did entreat my Company
This Night; when as I enter’d,
Without a word, but here, perfidious Woman,
He stab’d me in the Breast, and left me thus.
Ger. Hadst thou been dead, and Angels told the story,
I should have thought, in Envy of thy worth,
They had invented it, and ne’re believ’d it.
Eug. I have no breath to tell you; oh, my Lord,
I do forget, they still are in the Garden—
Have a care of—
[Dyes.
Ger. Have a care of what? Oh, speak, Eugenia, speak.
She’s gone, she’s gone; and could not tell her mind:
What is’t I must have a care on! O some Angel
That waits to shew her Soul the way to Heav’n,
Come back and tell me, what it was she meant:
Was it her Reputation she took care of?
No, no, that cannot be, had it been that,
She might have kept the story to her self:
And then been Canoniz’d: Was it of me
She did express her care? If so, ’twas needless;
For he that lets me Live to kill Francisco,
Though he does so by me, when that is done,
Shall have my thanks and Prayers i’th’ other World;
But stay, they’re in the Garden, I’le go look e’m,
“For if Revenge so just I do delay,
I shall deserve Heav’ns Vengeance for the stay.”