Two Moors. Try, try; he's gone.

Ele. So him next, he next, and next him; and then——

All. Worse than damnation! fiend, monster of men!

Ele. Why, when! Down, down!

Car. Slave, as thou thrust me down
Into this dungeon, so sink thou to hell.

Queen-M. Amen, amen.

Ele. Together so; and you—

Isa. O, pity my Hortenzo!

Hor. Farewell, my Isabel; my life, adieu.

All. Mischief and horror let the Moor pursue!