Jasp. Come, come, my Lord, the coast is quiet now.
Anto. I hope that Pistol sav’d our swords a labour.
Jasp. I’m sure they could not leave the Garden yet,
But we must needs have seen e’m.
Anto. Nay, I’m sure they did not pass the Garden door,
For if they had, we should have stopt their Journey.
Jasp. I think I heard a talking up this way,
After the Pistol made us leave our Post.
Anto. Though I did leave the Door, yet still my Eye
Was bent that way, and I saw none to pass.
But stay, where’s Cælia’s Body?
Jasp. See, my Lord,
There is a Man doth hold her in his Arms.
Anto. It is Francisco sure! Have at his heart.
[Runs at Gerardo.
How’s this, not stir! Nay, then he’s dead
Already—the Moon deceives me, or it is Gerardo.
Oh Heav’n’s! It is my Friend, dead, dead, and stiff,
And my accursed hand hath Wounded him.
This is not Cælia neither, but Eugenia in her Gown!
What strange mistakes are these?