Man. The powers above are just, that thou still livest, For me to kill.
Rod. You'll find no easy task on't
Alone; come both together, I defy you!
Curse on this disguise, that has betrayed me
Thus cheaply to my death.—
Man. Under a devil's shape, thou could'st not be Disguised.
Jul. Then, must he die?— Yet, I'll not bid my Roderick farewell; For they take leave, who mean to be long absent.
Gons. Hold, sir! I have had blood enough already; And must not murder Julia again In him she loves. Live, sir; and thank this lady.
Rod. Take my life, and spare my thanks.
Man. Though you Forgive him, let me take my just revenge.
Gons. Leave that distinction to our dull divines: That ill, I suffer to be done, I do.
Hip. My heart bleeds for him: to see his virtue O'ercome so fatally, against such odds Of fortune, and of love!—
Man. Permit his death, and Julia will be yours.