I arise. O Ferdinand! me thou didst love.
Thou didst kiss, once ... and these thy lips so cold
I kiss once more. I have no fear: I come.
[Dies, falling on Ferdinand’s body.
Scuffling at back of stage, the guard runs forward, followed by the Chorus.
GUARD.
Some fiend hath pierced my back in the dark.
CHORUS.
Hey, fellow;
Silence, or I will slay thee. ’Tis well; he is dead.—