Cla. Your Husband's sentenc'd,
And he shall dye.
Isab. Dye?
Cla. Dye for ever to ye,
The danger is mine own.
Isab. Dye did ye tell me?
Cla. He shall dye, I have cast the way.
Isab. Oh foul man,
Malicious bloody man.
Enter Lopez.
Lop. When shall he dye, Sir,
By whom, and how?
Cla. Hast thou betraid me, woman?
Isab. Base man, thou would'st [h]ave ruin'd me, my name too
And like a Toad, poison'd my virtuous memory:
Further than all this, dost thou see this friend here,
This only friend, shame take thy Lust and thee,
And shake thy soul, his life, the life I love thus,
My life in him, my only life thou aim'st at.