Gab. Then thus I drie all sorrows from these eyes,
Fury and rage possess 'em now: damn'd divell.
Lav. Hah?
Gab. This for young Perolot.
Lav. O mercy, mercy.
Gab. This for my wrongs.
Lav. But one short hour to cure me. [Knock within.
Oh be not cruell: Oh! oh.
Mar. Heark, they knock.
Make hast for Heavens sake, Mistris.
Gab. This for Casta.
Lav. Oh, O, O, O! [He dies.
Mar. He's dead: come quickly, let's away with him,
'T will be too late else.