Gons. I cannot go 'till I behold you happy:—
—Here, Rodorick, receive her on thy knees;
Use her with that respect, which thou would'st pay
Thy guardian angel, if he could be seen.
—Do not provoke my anger by refusing.—
I'll watch thy least offence to her; each word,
Nay, every sullen look;—
And, as the devils, who are damned to torments,
Yet have the guilty souls their slaves to punish;
So, under me, while I am wretched, thou
Shalt be tormented.—
Rod. Would'st thou make me the tenant of thy lust,
To toil, and for my labour take the dregs,
The juicy vintage being left for thee?
No: she's an infamous, lewd prostitute:
I loath her at my soul.
Gons. I can forbear No longer: swallow down thy lie, foul villain.
[They fight off the stage. Exeunt.
Jul. Help, help!
Amid. Here is that witch, whose fatal beauty Began the mischief; she shall pay for all.
[Goes to kill JULIA.
Hip. I hate her for it more than thou canst do; But cannot see her die, my master loves.
[Goes between with her sword.
Enter GONSALVO, following RODORICK, who falls.