Pier. I thank you, sir.
You'll think on't. [To Jaffier.
Jaff. 'Twon't grow stale before to-morrow.
Pier. Now, Jaffier! now I'm going. Now;—
Jaff. Have at thee, [Executioner having bound him.
Thou honest heart, then—here! [Stabs him.] And this is well too.
[Stabs himself.
Friar. Damnable deed!
Pier. Now thou'st indeed been faithful.
This was done nobly. We have deceived the Senate.
Jaff. Bravely.
Pier. Ha, ha, ha! Oh, oh! [Dies.
Jaff. Now, ye cursed rulers,
Thus of the blood you've shed I make libation,
And sprinkle it mingling: may it rest upon you,
And all your race! Be henceforth peace a stranger
Within your walls! Let plagues and famine waste
Your generations!—O poor Belvidera!
Sir, I've a wife; bear this in safety to her,—
A token that with my dying breath I blessed her,
And the dear little infant left behind me.
I'm sick—I'm quiet— [Dies.