to this Villainy?

_Jasp._ For that you will not wonder.
I am _Jasper De Monsalvo_, Heir to that Estate
This Lord doth now possess.

_Anto._ Ah Heav'ns! some of that desperate Bandity
Did once attempt my life.

_Jasp._ Yes truly--

_Anto._ Poor _Caelia_, 'tis no wonder thy mind did boad
Great mischiefs from this Fellow, being Son of
One did still contrive to kill me, for what the
King after just forfeiture for mighty services
Had given my Father.

_Jasp._ O Revenge!
Thy sweetness takes away the taste of Death.
But you'l lose my story; which in short is this:
That Lady lov'd me not, and therefore I
Made her Lord Jealous, took him to a Witch,
And there I fool'd him finely: Till the Jade,
Who was my Aunt indeed, at your approach
Would have discover'd all; which I prevented,
And stopt her Mouth with this: Then I contriv'd
To kill _Eugenia_, knowing she would meet
_Francisco_ in the Garden; that I did
Because she call'd me Villain, and refus'd
To let me Whore her too, as did her Couzen;
And more, I knew the simple Lord I serv'd
When he had Murder'd her, as I should make him,
Would thank my Care, and well reward it too:
Nay, I'd have him do't for his own safety,
That still the Murder might be thought _Francisco_'s;
You know the rest i'th' Garden. I taught besides
That damn'd Old Hagg, whose fear has made me thus,
To put this trick on _Pedro_: I bid her call him
When she should hear us whistle, then in haste,
And all undrest send him to _Caelia_'s Chamber,
Whilst we, let in, might meet him coming thence,
Thinking the Cuckold's Rage would murder all,
And never hear 'em speak; but there I fail'd,
Their dying words betray'd me, that's the worst,
Or I had liv'd to glory in their Deaths;
But this my Comfort is, he'l not survive me,
I have done his bus'ness too before I dye.

_Serv._ Was er'e so Impudent a Villain seen?

_Capt._ I'le try to stop his wounds, that so
I may keep him for Execution.

_Jasp._ Stand off, by Hell,
He that comes near me finds his Death with this!
Think you I'm grown so tame to dye by Law;
No, no, I'le not endure a formal Tryal,
To be upbraided with those things I think
Deserve a Trophy rather then Contempt,
Which since I know will follow, here's my Bail,
This will deliver any Man from Jayl.
Let Cowards dye by hanging; such as I
As we live bravely, thus dare bravely dye.
[Stabs himself.

_Capt._ He has done well; no Excutioner
Could have been found so bad as his own hand,
And