Body;
My Spirits faint apace, and I must follow:
One word, and then farewell;
I have no time for to Reward thy care:
Here, take this Ring, and give it to my Brother,
He left it with me when he went to Travel;
Tell him I still preserv'd it for his sake,
A faithful pledge of our United Friendship.
Bid him, that by this Token he believes
Three words I left within my Cabinet
Concerning thee this Evening: He will do it,
And use thee as a Friend, as I have done.

_Serv._ I'le bear the Ring, but not the Message, Sir;
I ne're will seek for Friends when you are gone.

_Ger._ I do conjure thee do it: Tell our story too
As true as is thy self: But have a care,
Wound not _Eugenia_'s Fame more then must needs.
_Francisco_'s and _Eugenia's_ dying words
Will make it strangely dark, as 'tis to me,
But I must leave it so!
Give me thy hand, commend me to _Antonio_;
Alas! I had forgot him, pray Heav'n his story
Produce no further mischief; tell _Caelia_ nothing
Befor't be day: Bus'ness comes thronging on me,
But I faint--make but one Grave, and lay us
In it thus--Farewell.
[Dyes.

_Serv._ Now dyes the justest Man the Earth contains,
And I would do so too, but that I know
Self-murderers ne're must keep him Company;
I'le set the Bodies up against the Wall,
And call the Watch; what if they say I'm guilty,
And make my Life to answer all these Deaths:
Why, let e'm do't, for Death would now be well
Since to survive his loss to me's a Hell.
[Exit.

_Enter _Antonio_ and _Jasper_._

_Jasp._ Come, come, my Lord, the coast is quiet now.

_Anto._ I hope that Pistol sav'd our swords a labour.

_Jasp._ I'm sure they could not leave the Garden yet,
But we must needs have seen e'm.

_Anto._ Nay, I'm sure they did not pass the Garden door,
For if they had, we should have stopt their Journey.

_Jasp._ I think I heard a talking up this way,
After the Pistol made us leave our Post.

_Anto._ Though I did leave the Door, yet still my Eye
Was bent that way, and I saw none to pass.
But stay, where's _Caelia's_ Body?

_Jasp._ See, my Lord,
There is a Man doth hold her in his Arms.

_Anto._ It is _Francisco_ sure! Have at his heart.
[Runs at _Gerardo_.
How's this, not stir! Nay, then he's dead
Already--the Moon deceives me, or it is _Gerardo_.
Oh Heav'n's! It is my Friend, dead, dead, and stiff,
And my accursed hand hath Wounded him.
This is not _Caelia_ neither, but _Eugenia_ in her Gown!
What strange mistakes are the