[He stabs Plangus.
Plan. Sir, I at length am happy to the height
Of all my wishes. I'm a-going suddenly
[Faints.
From all my troubles, all your fears; but I
Will tell my story first—
How you have wrong'd, and been wronged yourself.
This woman, to be short, hath twin'd
Like ivy with my naked limbs, before
She married you, and would—O,
In spite of death
I will go on—have tempted me
To bed her since. Upon refusal, she
Turned her love to hate, and plots my ruin,
And next your death—I can no more—I kill'd
The instrument—farewell, forgive me.
[Dies.
Eph. Can this be true, Andromana?
And. Do you believe it?
Eph. I wish I had not cause——
And. Sir, every syllable was true he told you;
Whose words I thus confirm.
[She takes Plangus's dagger, flings it at Ephorbas, and kills him.