till morning in some Room:
This, as I hope for heav'n, my Lord, is true.

_Anto._ Then 'tis as true, that I must never hope for it,
For I have kill'd a Wife of such obedience--
But hold, I'le pump the Nurse--who set her on
To tell me this.

[Enter Nurse frighted.

_Nurse._ O! whether will you drive me!
Be gone, be gone!

_Anto._ Here, here she comes, I'le make her tell me all.

_Jasp._ But I'le prevent the story if I can.--

_Jasper_ Runs Nurse through but is staid by _Antonio_.

_Anto._ What, does the Villain mean to kill her yet?

_Jasp._ Does she not deserve it? To invent such lyes,
And do such mischiefs with them.

_Nurse._ O thou damn'd Rogue! 'Twas thou that made me do't.

_Jasp._ You lying Witch, be damn'd--
[Offers at her again.

_Anto._ Forbear, you Rogue, I'le do as much for you else.
Speak, why you did it?

_Nurse._ My Lord, he threaten'd me, and made me do't;
And taught me to call _Pedro_ when you knockt.

_Ped._ Look to your self, my Lord, he'l kill you else.

[_Jasper_ runs _Anto._ behind.

_Jasp._ This way is only left--hell take your Tongue.

_Anto._ Ah, thou hast kill'd me; yet I have strength enough
To send thy Soul to hell.

[They fight. A noise without. _Jasper_ is mortally wounded.

_Jasp._ 'Tis done, I am catch'd at last in my
Own Trap. Oh, I deserve my Death for want
Of fore-sight, to let him Live a spye upon my Actions.
I should have serv'd you thus, and thus,
And thus--and you too thus.

[Runs _Pedro_ through as he lyes, and Nurse.

_Ped._ Oh, O, O!

[_Pedro_ and Nurse Dye.

_Anto._ Infernal Monster! how his malice lasts.

_Within._ This way's the noise.

_Enter Captain, Watch, and Servant._

_Capt._ What horrid sight is this? We come too late.

_Anto._ Too late indeed, except you'd come to save
The best of Wives that there lyes murder'd
By my accursed hand.

_Capt._ What, _Caelia_ dead too! What made you do't, my Lord?

_Jasp._ Alas! he cannot tell; the Jealous fool
Was but an Instrument in my Revenge;
'Tis only I can tell you why she dy'd.
But yet I would not give that satisfaction,
Did I not fear my Name would be forgotten,
Except this Tale of my Revenge was known;
In which I shall live famous.--

_Serv._ O thou Dogg! Dost glory in the mischiefs thou hast done?

_Jasp._ I, and have reason; name the man that ever
Did in one Day contrive so many Murders,
And make 'em all Successful.

_Capt._ But what should move thee