Almeyda. May heav’n be so
At thy last breath to thine: I curse thee not:
For who can better curse the plague or devil
Than to be what they are? That curse be thine.
Now do not speak, Sebastian, for you need not,
But die, for I resign your life: Look heav’n,
Almeyda dooms her dear Sebastian’s death
But is there heaven, for I begin to doubt?
The skies are hush’d; no grumbling thunders roll:
Now take your swing, ye impious: sin, unpunish’d.