[Dyes.]
Fran. ’Tis double Death to see my Friend dye thus.
Was’t not enough, you Fates, to take my Life,
But I must guilty be of murd’ring him.
Serv. My Lord, how do you?
Ger. Making what haste I can to meet Eugenia.
Serv. O me! Unfortunate!
Ger. Bewail me not; Death is a pleasure to me,
Since I can see Francisco lye there by me;
But ask him e’re I dye,
What made him kill Eugenia?
Fran. What, is Eugenia Dead?
Ger. Why seems it strange to thee, who basely hast
First Rob’d her of her Honour, then of Life.
Fran. Gerardo, it was cruelty to kill her, being as
Yet she had not done thee wrong, and dying,
I rejoyce I have Reveng’d her.
Ger. Francisco, sure thy Crimes have made thee Devil,
Or thou would’st ne’re transfer thy Treachery
By murd’ring her, and place it thus on me.