Then die, thou and thy paramour!
[Shoots a pistol at each through the grating.—Both fall; Serafina into the arms of Belardo, who has come in during the noise.—Then directly enter Don Luis, Pedro, Portia.
Luis. What noise is this?
Ser. My father!—in your arms
To die;—not by your hand—Forgive me—Oh!
[Dies.
Ped. (taking her in his arms). My Serafina?
Luis. And Alvaro!
Alv. Ay,
But do not curse me now!