astian_._

_Fran._ Who should they be I wonder talk'd so long?

_Sebast._ Sure, when she found us not, she would retire.

_Fran._ No doubt on't; yet I am not satisfy'd what two
Those were, and why they staid so long.
Could your Ear reach to understand their words?

_Sebast._ No, not a syllable more then a humming noise.

_Fran._ Nor mine; but now they're gone, let's walk that way,
'Twill be the best to miss them.

_Sebast._ Content.

[Exeunt.

_Enter _Don Gerardo_ and Servant._

_Ger._ It is in vain to look e'm if they hide,
The Garden's large; besides perhaps they're gone;
We'l to the Body.

_Serv._ You're by it now, my Lord.

_Ger._ This Accident amazes me so much,
I go I know not where.

_Enter _Francisco_ and _ Sebastian_._

_Serv._ See there, my Lord, two Men.

_Fran._ W'are pretty near the Window, there's no Light.

_Ger._ Have at thy heart, _Francisco_,
This Token from _Eugenia_.

[_Ger._ and servant draw.

_Fran._ Nay, then, at thine: Be whom thou wilt, that Name
Tells me thou'rt no Friend.

_Sebast._ Courage, _Sebastian's_ by thee.

_They Fight, the Servant shoots _Sebastian_ just as _Francisco_ runs
_Gerardo_ through, which pursuing, Servant kills him too._

My fears are come about, for I am kill'd;
_Francisco_, fare thee well.
[Dyes.]

_Fran._ 'Tis double Death to see my Friend dye thus.
Was't not enough, you Fates, to take my Life,
But I must guilty be of murd'ring him.

_Serv._ My Lord, how do you?

_Ger._ Making what haste I can to meet _Eugenia_.

_Serv._ O me! Unfortunate!

_Ger._ Bewail me not; Death is a pleasure to me,
Since I can see _Francisco_ lye there by me;
But ask him e're I dye,
What made him kill _Eugenia_?

_Fran._ What, is _Eugenia_ Dead?

_Ger._ Why seems it strange to thee, who basely hast
First Rob'd her of her Honour, then of Life.

_Fran._ _Gerardo_, it was cruelty to kill her, being as
Yet she had not done thee wrong, and dying,
I rejoyce I have Reveng'd her.

_Ger._ _Francisco_, sure thy Crimes have made thee Devil,
Or thou would'st ne're transfer thy Treachery
By murd'ring her, and place it thus on me.

_Fran._ May I reach Heav'n as I'm Innocent
Of any Death but yours: Which if a guilt
Forgive me Heav'n and you as--
[Dyes.

_Serv._ He's dead, my Lord.

_Ger._ With such a Lye in's mouth;
O Heavenly Angels lead me not his way,
For he must alwayes walk i'th' paths of falshood;
Remove me nearer to _Eugenia's_