Anto. A subtle Cheat it was, and very likely, And you deserv'd Reward that did detect it.

Jasp. A Halter it should be, were I to give it. [Aside.

Enter the Watch with one of the Devils Remarkable Habits, and a Viol.

1. Watch. We've search'd sufficiently, but all we find Is a poor Devils skin, and a base Viol.

Capt. I, this is like the other, I'm glad 'twas found, 'Twill prove the story true I told your Lordship.

Anto. It does, to my amazement.

Capt. I'm glad it was my hap to meet you here, Your Lordship might have got some mischief else.

Anto. I might indeed, and I'm beholding to you: And, Captain, take my word, I'le speak your worth To the Vice-Roy, who is my Kinsman, And will take care for to advance your merit.

Capt. In that you'l bind my Service: Yet, my Lord, Shall I not wait your Lordship to your House?

Anto. No, 'twill be wonder'd at, besides, I've Horses here.

Capt. Then Health and a good Night attend your Lordship.

Anto. I thank you. Captain; here, Watch, there's some- Thing for you.

1. Watch. Bless your Noble Lordship.

[Ex. Capt. and Watch.

Anto. Jasper! Did you hear this?

Jasp. Ay, my good Lord, and wonder at it too; But I do still believe she is a Witch, and only Did pretend such things to the Captain, To save a Burning from th' Inquisition.

Anto. Fetch our Horses. [Exit Jasper. I do observe this Rogue Strangely to be amaz'd, what er'es the matter; I do believe that this was all some Cheat. Yet how could that be too, who could Name Lewis. But I am mad to be deluded thus! For now I think on't better; in my Passion I hinted Lewis as a proof for all; And then this Rogue stood by—Ay, there it is— He's a Confederate, and contriv'd all this, To be Reveng'd, but I'le dissemble yet, And trace his mischiefs further, then I'le kill him, And stop his mouth from publishing my folly: Had not this Accident so strangely happen'd, What mischief had I done before the Morning: I'le put him to his Tryal in the Garden; Which if he fail in, there shall end his Life, And he'l deserve it too, when mischiefs tend To such a height, they must in mischief end. He that contriv'd so many to destroy, Will scarce be punish'd if he barely dye, Therefore his Villany shall further swell, When'ts at the height I'le Lanch his Soul to hell. [Exit.

Enter Francisco and Sebastian.

Sebast. Couzen, believe me, I am loath to go. And I could likewise wish that you were so. Oft have I fear'd the danger when I went, Yet dreaded more the sin then punishment. For I consider'd, should I then be slain, That Death would but begin an endless pain; Then pardon me, though I could well obey All Friendships Laws, I dare not do't this way.

Fran. Sure Couzen, you are sick, or lately have Had melancholy thoughts about a Grave: Is this Sebastian, he, whose ready hand Was quick to Act all Friendship did Command? He, who no sooner heard Francisco say, A Danger's there, but made that strait his way, And now he's turn'd my Ghostly Father sure.

Sebast. I would, so I might make a Ghostly Cure. Francisco, thou art sick, and so am I; Sick at our Souls, and shou'd we chance to dye E're our Disease was Cur'd, 'tis ten to one, We should in an Eternal Feaver groan.

Fran. Come, prethee say no more, 'tis ominous, I wonder much what 'tis shou'd make thee thus. Come, you must go this Night: I'le tell you why, 'Twill be the last, for she's to Marry, To Marry Don Gerardo! O 'tis rare, I am Reveng'd to th' purpose.

Sebast. Sure you are Turn'd Coward, or you ne're wou'd glory in Revenge so base, this doubles all your sin. Gerardo's brave, and sure all Honour bleeds, When such are Wounded by Ignoble deeds. It is the Curse of Man, that he must be Subject to shame by Womens Levity; But hold, I wrong Eugenia, if I blame Her, and not you alone, for all her shame. You Rob'd her of her Chastity by force, Though fear of shame still kept her from Remorse.

Fran. Pish! Force! That was her policy to you, She did no more then what all Women do, Seem to resist what they do most desire, To raise the flame, yet seem to cool the fire; Believe this Truth, Sebastian, Women can Resist it, and perform it more then Man.

Sebast. Thus like the Devils we at first betray Their Innocence, then blame on them we lay; As if their guilt cou'd have another cause Then that which it from our Temptation draws.

Fran. Let it be so, I'le not dispute it now; It grows too near the time that I should go, And though my Actions do so much offend, I will not doubt to find another Friend.

Sebast. Do you so little prize Eugenia's Fame, That you can suffer more to know her shame?

Fran. Sebastian, you mistake, I do not go This Night on the same terms I us'd to do. No, 'tis to take my leave, for she does vow In spight of fear she is turn'd vertuous now.

Sebast. Nay, then I'le go my self, happen what will, For it is only dang'rous to do ill; My Company her Vertue may protect, And I should sin, if that I did neglect.

Fran. That shall not need, for I'm resolv'd to speak Nothing that may her Resolution break.

Sebast. Go boldly then, for in a cause so good He's more then Coward fears to shed his Blood; And though I think Antonio would be glad That he our Lives at such advantage had; Yet I this Night durst boldly meet him there, Since in my Breast such Innocence I wear; By this security I plainly feel 'Tis guilt that wounds us deeper far then steel.

[Exeunt.

Enter Caelia and Eugenia.

Cael. Blame not my Husband, Sister, 'twas my fault, I strove 'gainst Reason to oppose his Will. Had I forborn my importunity, 'Tis ten to one he had not been so wilful; Husband's prerogatives are absolute, Their wills we must obey, and not dispute.

Eug. I beg his Pardon, if I think amiss, But I believe there's some design in this; His Eyes shew'd more of Anger then could be A bare concern for's Friend's Infirmity.

Cael. I will no censure on his Actions lay, My Duty is for their success to pray.

Enter Don Gerardo.

Ger. Your Servant, Ladies, where is Don Antonio?

Cael. Why, at Don Johns, my Lord, do not you know it?

Ger. Then he is not come back, as I had thought.

Cael. My Lord, why thought you so?

Ger. Madam, I did not know but that he might, Since 'tis not five hours bus'ness to Ride thither, And to return again; but, Madam, pray How came the Lord Francisco to be here? I think he does not use it.

Eug. Francisco! O my fears!

Cael. No sure, my Lord, he ne're came within these doors Since my good Father dy'd.

Ger. Sure I'm mistaken, Madam, if I did not Meet him just now as he came forth this Room: And more, he shak'd his head in Anger at me.

Cael. I'm sure, my Lord, you're mistaken much, For you're the first that enter'd here but us.

Ger. It may be I'm mistaken.

Cael. Yes, sure, my Lord, you are.

Ger. Madam, if your Commands [To Eugenia. Extend to any thing within my pow'r, pray name it, I shall be proud to serve you; else I'm gone, For I have certain bus'ness does require it.

Eug. The greatest Service you can do to me, Is to be careful of your self, my Lord.

Ger. This kindness doth oblige me, pardon my haste, Good Night, and Rest unto your Ladyships. [Exit.

Cael. Good Night, my Lord; Flora is so possest her Dream is true, She dare not venture in that Room again.

Eug. She is not such a Fool, sure.

Cael. Well, Sister, I am not well, and will to Bed; The Nurse will wait on you, I'le send her to you. Come, Flora, go with me.

[Ex. Cael. and Flora.

Eug. Madam, good Rest unto you. This I can wish to her, whilst I must want it: Gerardo sure has some Intelligence Of Don Francisco's coming to me; Or else why Nam'd he him, for well he knows He never us'd to make a Visit here: Well, if he does, I cannot help it now. The time draws nigh, That I must meet Francisco! Oh, that word Gives heaviness a new unto my Soul, And makes my thoughts run backwards, The Accidents oth' day seems Ominous To all the House, but most of all to me, My guilty Breast feels most of misery. This time will quickly over, then I shall See what they tend to, or not see at all. "There's comfort yet, that miseries at height Lose their worst property, which is to fright." [Exit.

The End of the Third Act.



Act the Fourth.

Caelia on a Couch, Flora by her.

Cael. Flora, I cannot sleep, for all my thoughts Infected with my griefs, flye up and down, Collecting only things to keep me waking.

Flo. I'le not stir from you, Madam, all this Night.

Cael. Flora, thy diligence deserves Reward, And I'le not long be backward for to thank thee. But prethee sing that Song I love so well, That harmony, perhaps, will Charm my cares, And give my senses Rest.

The Song.

1.

Flor. sings. Ah, Choridon, in vain you boast, You still do Cloris Love; For better 'tis your heart were lost, Then thus suspitious prove: You then would kill me by disdain, But dying thus you blot my Name. For all will say Cloris was false, and went astray; Cloris was false, and did deserve her shame.

2.

For happy shepherd, well you know, Your Fame does mine excell; All Gen'rous _Choridons_ do know, But none my Tale can tell: _Cloris_, though true, must lose that Name, But _Choridon_ will keep his Fame; For all will say_ _Cloris_ was false, and went astray, _Cloris_ was false, and did deserve her shame.

3.

But Cruel Shepherd, when you hear That I am dead indeed, I do believe you'l shed a tear, Though new you have decreed, That Cloris true must lose that Name, For Choridon to keep his Fame; And then you'l say Cloris was true, and ne're did stray; Cloris was true, and I deserve her shame.

Flora. She's faln asleep, may none but happy Dreams Possess her Fancy.

[The Scene shuts.

Enter Antonio and Jasper in the Garden.

Anto. Your confidence in this doth much amaze me.

Jasp. Sir, still I'le pawn my Life, that what I said, Appears e're long a truth Infallible, And your own Eyes will bear me witness of it.

Anto. Well, pitch upon a private stand for us, That you know most convenient.

[Ex. Jasp. Strange it is, If this should prove a falshood after this; I've threaten'd him with Death upon the failer, Yet still he has persisted to affirm it, Besides, I climb'd the Garden Wall before him, And that way gave him time for his escape, If he'd design to make it: These Circumstances Do half perswade 'tis true. Oh, apprehension! So terrible the consequence appears, It makes my brain turn round, and Night seem darker. The Moon begins to drown her self in Clouds, Leaving a duskish horror every where, My sickly fancy makes the Garden seem Like those benighted Groves in Plato's Kingdoms, Which Poets fancy that the damn'd inhabit.

Jasp. My Lord, my Lord.

[Enter Jasper.

Anto. What now?

Jasp. The Garden Door just opens, step this way, lest You be seen.

[They stand close.

Enter Francisco and Sebastian.

Fran. 'Tis hardly late enough, we'l stay a little, For I perceive no light i' th' usual Window.

Sebast. But are you confident Antonio's absent?

Fran. I'm told for certain that he went from home To see Don John Valasco, who is sick.

Sebast. Nay, then with safety we may walk a turn, Though I confess, do what I can, my fears Surmount my Reason and perswades there's danger.

Fran. A hundred times I've past it in as much, Yet then with confidence you slighted all; Prethee forbear to urge them any more; I'm half turn'd Coward with your fears already.

Sebast. Let's take a turn then further from the House, And by some other talk divert our thoughts.

[Exeunt.

Anto. Jasper, I find thy Informations true, Thus far at least; these are my Wife's kind Couzens. Hell rid e'm from the World.

Jasp. A hundred times they had been here before In as much danger: Mark you that, my Lord?

Anto. I, and in Soul retorted back the Lye, For they in all their Lives ne're knew a danger Equal to that they're near: Heark! how the Owl Summons their Souls to take a flight with her, Where they shall be Eternally benighted: Now I again believe it was a Witch; For here me-thinks I see a thousand Devils Waiting in the Air with fire-forks in their hands, Just as our City Serjeants wait with Maces, To toss their Souls to their Eternal Prison; Look there, that flash of Lightning does confirm it. Nay, do but stay a little, you shall have all. All, all; not a Soul of e'm shall escape this Night. No, no, 'twill spoil good Company to part them, But hold, a Light appears, draw back to cover.

[Exeunt.

Enter Francisco and Sebastian.

Sebast. The Light is there, make haste and give the sign.

[Francisco strikes a Key upon his Sword; Eugenia appears above in Caelia's Gown.

Eug. Who's there, Francisco?

Fran. The same, and would desire your Company below.

Eug. This distance fits us better! Oh, Francisco, Had we but alwayes kept it, I had been A spotless Off'ring to my Bridal Bed, But now must cloud my Marriage Joys with shame, And fear of what will follow.

Fran. Pray descend, this distance is not safe, The Family may chance o're hear our words.

Eug. I've more cause, should I come down, You would attempt my strength, and Argument To violate my Vows, as first you did My Virgin-Honour.

Fran. No, upon my Life, do but descend, And may the Heav'ns pour all their Vengeance on me If I do attempt you with a sillable To break your Resolution.

Eug. Is any with you?

Fran. Yes, my Friend, Sebastian.

Eug. Let him speak, then.

Sebast. Madam, upon my Life, I will secure you, And glory I have so much cause to do it.

Eug. Your Virtue I rely on for my safety. [She takes the Light from above.

Enter Antonio and Jasper.

Anto. I cannot hear their words, yet I'm sure It's Caelia's there, her Habit tells me that. Let's draw a little nearer.

Sebast. Look there, Francisco, are not those two Men Are creeping there?

Fran. 'Tis so, let's slip aside.

[Ex. Fran. and Sebastian.

Enter Eugenia below.

Eug. Where are you, Couzen Francisco? Are you there?

Anto. I, here, here, perfidious Woman. [Stabs her, she falls.

Eug. Oh, Francisco, 'tis an inhuman deed, [Ex. Ant., Jasp. To kill me thus, 'cause I would sin no longer, But thou hast kept thy word, and took thy leave. As I must now, of all the World, and thee—oh, oh—

Enter Gerardo and Servant.

Ger. Pray Heav'n I be'n't too late, the Garden door So open makes me wonder: Heard you no groans?

Serv. I think I did, my Lord; heark, Sir again.

Eug. Oh, oh; I fain would live a little longer, If but to ask forgiveness of Gerardo, My Soul will scarce reach Heav'n without his Pardon.

Ger. Who's that wou'd go to Heav'n, and wants my Pardon? Take it, what e're thou art, and mayst thou be Happy in Death, what e're thou didst design.

Eug. Is that Gerardo's Voyce? Sure loss of Blood Doth make my fancy Idle: Is't Gerardo?

Ger. Thou greatest Blessing of my Soul, it is.

Eug. No, no, my Lord, you will abhor my Name, When I shall tell the story made me thus.

Ger. Heav'n knows I sooner should abhor my Life: But tell me the Author of this horrid mischief, That I may flye as quick to my Revenge, As these sad thoughts do seize upon thy Soul.

Eug. When you shall hear my story, your Revenge Will, as I fear, vent against me in Curses.

Ger. Were thy Crimes great as theirs that left thee thus By all thy Virgin hopes I would not Curse thee.

Eug. My Lord, that's it you are deceiv'd in.

Ger. Nay, now thou rav'st—help me to bend her body Her loss of Blood will keep her story from me; And I shall Live i'th' dark, and ne're Revenge her.

Eug. Alas, my Lord, my Couzen, base Francisco, Being let in by my accursed Nurse, Came to my bed, and there by force and strength obtain'd His hated ends.

Ger. Oh, damn'd Villain, he shall not long survive To boast of it.

Eug. Had I staid there, and not consented further, I should have needed pity, and not pardon.

Ger. Tell all the rest, for this is so surprizing, I'd fain perswade my self it was a Dream.

Eug. After this Fatal loss, a shame succeeded, Shame that produc'd fear; infus'd by threats Urg'd both by him and her, wherein they said, If I refus'd to grant that willingly, Which he at first did force, they would declare The Action to the World, so to disgrace me.

Ger. O that old wrinkl'd Hag! that she should plot this.

Eug. What will not wicked Age effect for Gold? But they at last made fear or'e-come my Vertue, And I by that made all their guilt my own, Meeting him here still when he did appoint.

Ger. Well, this confest, how came you by these Wounds?

Eug. My Lord, Francisco did entreat my Company This Night; when as I enter'd, Without a word, but here, perfidious Woman, He stab'd me in the Breast, and left me thus.

Ger. Hadst thou been dead, and Angels told the story, I should have thought, in Envy of thy worth, They had invented it, and ne're believ'd it.

Eug. I have no breath to tell you; oh, my Lord, I do forget, they still are in the Garden— Have a care of— [Dyes.

Ger. Have a care of what? Oh, speak, Eugenia, speak. She's gone, she's gone; and could not tell her mind: What is't I must have a care on! O some Angel That waits to shew her Soul the way to Heav'n, Come back and tell me, what it was she meant: Was it her Reputation she took care of? No, no, that cannot be, had it been that, She might have kept the story to her self: And then been Canoniz'd: Was it of me She did express her care? If so, 'twas needless; For he that lets me Live to kill Francisco, Though he does so by me, when that is done, Shall have my thanks and Prayers i'th' other World; But stay, they're in the Garden, I'le go look e'm, "For if Revenge so just I do delay, I shall deserve Heav'ns Vengeance for the stay."

[Exeunt.

Enter Francisco and Sebastian.

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 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 these?

Jasp. But who are here?

Anto. What, more! By Heav'ns Francisco and his Friend Sebastian! Both dead too! Death has had a Feast to Night. Do not we Dream? As for this Womans Death, Surely her Fathers Soul did guide my hand To strike the blow, since needs she must betray Her Honour to Francisco, in these meetings! But oh, my Sword hath pierc'd my Friend Gerardo. What Fatal Accident mixt his Blood with theirs. But stay, there's Light appears, slip into the Grotto.

[Exeunt.

Enter Servant, Captain, and Watch, with two Torches.

Serv. Here is the dismal place I told you of, And here the Bodies.

Capt. A fight most terrible in time of Peace! But did Francisco still deny her Death?

Serv. To his last moment; He did confess he had abus'd her, But would have plac'd her Death upon my Lord. And seem'd as much to wonder we deny'd it As we that he did so.

Capt. What said Sebastian?

Serv. He scarce did speak a word after I shot him.

Capt. Had we not best to knock, and call Antonio?

Serv. He's not at Home.

Capt. Yes, but I'm sure he is.

Serv. He was not late at Night, for I was there.

Capt. That's strange, for just at shutting in o'th' Evening I met him at a House that stands i'th' Suburbs, Saying, he would go Home. I think however we had best to knock.

Serv. My dying Lord made it his last desire, That Caelia might not be disturb'd this Night.

Capt. Well, take the Bodies up, and keep e'm safe, You shall to the Vice-Roy's presently with me, I scarce perform my trust, if I detain The knowledge of so strange an Accident A moment from his Ears, whose Wisdom will Direct in this, which far exceeds my skill.

[Exeunt.

Enter Antonio and Jasper.

Jasp. You see, my Lord, that I was in the right, I only said, it was my Ladies Gown, But never did affirm it was her Person.

Anto. And I am glad it is not: Now, if Nurse Fails too in her discovery, I am safe, For if we keep our Councel, all these Deaths Lye pat amongst themselves, and there's not one, Except Gerardo, that I'd wish alive; He was my friend, and it looks Ominous, That I should Wound him so, though after Death: Jasper, thy diligence shan't want Reward, But that must follow: Come, let's away. [Exit.

Jasp. My Reward follows! I believe it does; 'Faith, my good Lord, be sure it be a good one, Or be content to hang for Company; Now hap what will, I'le rid him with this murther; Till I do make him spend's Estate to Bribe me: "I was his Slave before for fear; but now I'le make him mine, since I this secret know." [Exit.

The End of the Fourth Act.



Act the Fifth.

Caelia Discover'd in Bed, Flora by her.

Cael. Sure 'twas a real Pistol-shot that wak'd me, Yet from a Dream so terrible, it did it, That I had rather never sleep again, Then hazzard such another. I thought I saw Lye dead by me, My Lord Antonio, Don Gerardo, Jasper, The Nurse, Francisco, and the Young Sebastian, With Pedro, and thy self; this dreadful sight, Or else the Pistols noise, I spoke of, wak'd me, And made me cry help, help, which frighted thee.

Flor. Why truly, Madam, it was a dreadful Dream, And I as much was frighted at your call, Yet, for my own part, I did hear no Pistol.

Cael. It may be then, it only was my fancy, For truly all my Dream seems still to me So like a truth, that I can scarce distinguish Whether I then did wake, or now am sleeping; And but I see these things, and thee so plain, I should conclude my Dream did still continue.

Flor. Pray Heav'n divert all mischief from the house, For I have heard it said by Learned Men, Nay, and Religious too, that Dreams like these. That stick so fast upon our fancies waking, Are guided by a power that's more then Chance, And alwayes are portents of something like them: I'm sure, for my own part, do what I can, That Dream I had will not yet leave my head, Which makes me think Jasper designs me mischief.

Cael. Flora, you go too far, Dreams are but shadows Reflected from some Acts the day preceeding, As ours are now; for from those Accidents Of my Lords taking Jasper, the Dream you told, And Don Gerardo's naming of Francisco, Mine now is formed: Thus they but succeed Things past, and not prognostick things to come.

Flor. Pray Heav'ns these do not do't, but I'm afraid.

Enter Nurse, frighted with Eugenia's Ghost.

Nurse. Stand off, stand off, what makes you follow me? I'm sure I did not kill you, if you're dead, Or if you be not, why are you so pale?— So, so—she's gone—but what made me come hither.

Cael. What, do you study wayes to fright me, Nurse? It is no proper time to play your tricks. What makes you up at such a time of Night? Look, how she stands amaz'd, and doth not answer; Think you I take a pleasure to be frighted? That you persist in't still?

Flor. What, is the Woman mad, or would be thought so? What makes you stand and stare thus?

Nurse. Did you see no Body?

Cael. Who should we see but an Old doting fool, That turn'd a Child again, would Act like one, And can't find a proper time for't neither.

Flor. What make you up so late, Nurse?

Nurse. What's that to you? It may be I sat up To make my Lady merry with this Jest, But now, forsooth, I'm grown too Old to please her. You are her favourite—what, come again? O, do not stare so at me! [Shreeks.] [Exit.

Cael. There's something more in this then barely play! How the Old Woman star'd? sure she's run mad! For shame, or sorrow Jasper goes away. Prethee follow her.

Flor. Since you will have me, Madam, I will do't, Though I dare scarcely venture. [Exit.

Cael. The greatest Object pity hath, is Age, When it returns to Childishness again, As this Old Woman doth; and though we say, That Age is Honourable, we only mean, When Gravity and Wisdom are its marks, And not gray hairs, and froward peevishness, As ten for one, are known by to be Old, And though we see this true, yet we would all Prolong our time to that decrepid state, When nothing but contempt can wait upon us; How strangely sin dastards our very Reason, Making that guide us to desire known ills Rather then Joys, that promis'd we deserve not; For the best Men through sense of guilt do fear To change for unseen Joys their troubles here. [Exit.

Enter Nurse.

Nurse. If this Ghost follow still, 'twill make me mad; For sure it is a Ghost it looks so pale; Ay, and Eugenia's Ghost, I'm sure it is; But who should kill her? May be Don Francisco! Oh, there it is again—It's not my fault— Oh, do not follow me then: What shall I do? See there again, she points unto her Breasts— It's gone again, I fear 'twill make me mad— I'le go to Prayers: But I forget my bus'ness, My Lord will come, and I must let him in, And shew him what I promis'd, or he'l kill me.

Enter Flora.

What, come again! Oh, Heav'ns! I'le stop my Eyes,

Flor. Nurse, are you mad?

Nurse. No, you would make me so! But I defie thee— Be gone, thou Spirit, i'th' name of Heav'n, be gone.

Flor. Who should be gone?

Nurse. Thou! for thou'rt the Devil. Come not near me.

Flor. My Lady sent me to you—

Nurse. No, no, she did not, for she lov'd me always, And would not send the Devil thus to fright me.

Flor. I am no Devil, Nurse, look upon me, I'm Flora.

Nurse. Ay, where's the Spirit then I saw just now?

Flor. There was no worser Spirit then my self.

Nurse. No; pray Minx, what makes you follow me? I'le set you back again i'th' Devils Name, Come you to spy my Actions.

Flor. No, Nurse, my Lady sent me, don't be angry, She was afraid that you were running mad.

Nurse. I, mad, it may be so; now I am Old I must be mad, forsooth; but time has been, There's ne're a Servant durst have laught at me, Nor I'le not take it now, no that I won't, I'le tear your Eyes out first.

[ She runs after Flora, who still is too quick for her.

Flor. Nay, softly, Nurse; so, so; ay, there!

Nurse. Where where? I see it now, It's strangely pale! O, do not fright me so; it's gone again. And now I shall have time to follow you; Nay, now I'le tear thy Eyes out.

[ As Flora runs away, she falls, Nurse gets upon her.

Flor. Oh, Nurse, Nurse! have mercy on me, Do not scratch me so.

Nurse. I'le be thy Death, there's nothing shall preserve you. Ah —— are you there again! The Devil, the Devil. [Exit.

Flor. 'Twas well for me her madness work't again, And made her take a whim to run away, She would have kill'd me else, do what I could; I'le stay no longer, lest she come again. I'd not be in her fingers as I was For all I'm worth. [Exit.

Enter Captain, Watch, and Servant.

Capt. When I consider every Circumstance Of what you tell, and what I know my self, I must conclude, I ought not to defer To search Antonio's House: if he's from home, As you pretend he is; It makes me think There is some strange Intrigue design'd by him. For why should he turn back, as you relate, And then obscure himself in such a House? Besides, he told me, he was strait for Home, And yet it seems was not, as you say.

Serv. It's truth, upon my Life, he was not there At past the hour of Nine.

Watch. Who comes there!

[Enter the little Devil, and runs and skulkes.

Captain, the Devil, the Devil! See where he stands?

Capt. O' my Conscience! The Witches little Familiar again! If you're afraid, let me come, I'm us'd to These sort of Devils! Come, come, uncase,

[It sputters like a Cat, Captain to him.

Uncase, young Gamester, what slippery pranck Are you about now? Don't you remember your Last escape, Sirrah?

Devil. Pray Master don't whip me, I'le tell all.

Capt. Out with it then; where's the Old Witch, your Mistress?

Devil. Alas, Captain, she was kill'd to Night when You brought in the Watch to search our House.

Capt. Kill'd, by whom?

Devil. I know not that, but we were putting a cheat Upon a Lord there, by contrivance of his Man, And when you knockt, we ran to our lurking holes To hide us, but when the Coast was clear, we came Out, and seeking for my Mistress, found her dead in one Of the holes thrust through her Body with a Dagger in Three places.

Capt. What cheat was that you put upon the Lord?

Dev. We Acted like Devils, and in a Song made him Believe his Wife did Cuckold him.

Capt. This was Antonio, whom I met there, Sir.

Devil. Ay, that's his Name, a mighty furious Man, He said, he'd kill e'm all before 'twas day. He made me quake to hear him; I hope now, Captain, you will let me go.

Capt. No, no, you Rogue! If he has done more mischief You shall be hang'd, except you find your Fellows That joyn'd i'th' cheat with you to make him Jealous.

Devil. I'le bring you presently to them, and shew you all Their holes; they did but send me out to watch when The Coast was clear!

Capt. Who, say you, set you on to this design?

Devil. An ill-look'd Rogue, his Man, the Witches Nephew; I think they call him Jasper.

Capt. Well, take the Boy, and call some of your Fellows, And there surprize them all. I'le not defer My searching to prevent the mischief That Don Antonio further may design, For I believe he had a hand in this Was done i'th' Garden, however the mistake Did happen to begin between the Dead.

Serv. Come, Sir, make haste, for I begin to fear Some Tragedy is Acted in the House, For Don Antonio's Rage is alwayes quick, And they have toucht the string will stretch it highest.

Capt. Come then, let's hasten back.

[Whistling behind the Stage.

Enter Nurse.

Nurse. Ay, that's his whistle, and I must obey't. Why Pedro, Pedro! What, are you dead asleep? Pedro, I say.

Pedro within. Who calls?

Nurse. Pedro, rise quickly, my Lady Caelia wants you.

Ped. What can she want me for at such a time?

Nurse. I know not, but Flora came, and said you must Come quickly, I think, to Ride to my Lord.

Ped. I come, but I'le have a care of your tricks, Nurse.

[ Enter Pedro in a Night-Gown, with his sword in's hand.

Nurse. What tricks? What do you Do with your Sword?

Ped. Why, Nurse, you may have malice, and malice May seek mischief, which because you are no Witch, And cannot come through a Key-hole to compass, For ought I know, you call me out to do it—ha! What whistle's that?

[Whistle.

Nurse. What whistle! Are you mad! Go to my Lady.

Ped. Still I suspect you.

[Exeunt.

Enter Nurse, with Antonio and Jasper.

Anto. Are they together, Nurse?

Nurse. Yes, my Lord, the more's my sorrow!

Anto. Nay then, I see the Devils did speak truth; Francisco, their kind Couzen, Whor'd them both, By Heav'ns they took their turns, I see it plain! O that I could invent some horrid Death, And had but time to execute it on them; But since I cannot, plain stabbing will do well, The less they've here, the more they'l find in Hell.

Nurse. I hope you will not kill your Lady, Sir!

Anto. Not kill her! But I must.

Nurse. What have I done? Oh, oh. [Cryes out oh, oh.

Anto. Hold, stop your mouth, I'le stop it for you else; They'l hear her, and escape! Come, Jasper, are you ready?

Jasp. Yes, my Lord, I follow.

[Exeunt.

Nurse. What have I done, one Murder on another? I see 'twas he that kill'd Eugenia now, By's naming Don Francisco; oh, that Jasper— Oh, the Ghost again—what shall I do? [Exit.

Caelia in Bed, and Flora all Bloody.

Cael. I'm sorry that I sent thee, since she's mad, But would 'twas day, that I might get her lookt to.

Flor. I'm sure she has scratch't my face sufficiently.

Cael. 'Tis well it was no worse.

[Pedro knocks.

Flor. Alas! she'l come again!

Ped. Flora, Flora.

[He knocks.

Flor. Who's that, Pedro! What's the matter with you?

Ped. Nurse call'd, and said my Lady would speak with me.

Cael. Bid him come in.

Flor. My Lady bids you enter.

[Enter Pedro.

Cael. Pedro, the Nurse is mad, I did not call you, You see how she has scratcht poor Flora's Face, She came just now shreeking and staring hither; If you could lock her up into some Room, It would do well.

[A noise, Exiturus, he fights, and Enters with Antonio, whom when he sees, he lets fall his point, and is kill'd. Jasper runs Flora through.

Ped. I hear her coming up. Thieves, Madam, Thieves! Oh Heav'ns, it is my Lord!

Anto. Damn'd Letcher, so it is! What, does your Courage fail you— There, take that— [Runs him through. And boast in Hell that Don Antonio's Sword Did thee the Honour to send thee thither.

Flor. O Heav'ns! My fears were true, the Rogue has kill'd me. [Falls & dyes.

Anto. Now Monster of thy Sex, see this, and tell me What are the effects you do expect from it?

Cael. Death, that's less terrible then is your Anger, Which I perceive by it's effects already, Upon that Innocent Man cannot stay there.

Anto. Are your concerns for him, when they should be Employ'd to Heav'n for mercy to your Soul? Nay, then Hell take it's Quarry; this for Don Lewis, This for Don Francisco; and take this last For thy insatiate Lust with that damn'd Hind.

Cael. This killing me, my Lord, is very cruel; Since I ne're sinn'd in thought against your Honour. This, as I do expect Eternal Rest, Is such a Truth, that I can dye in it.

Anto. O Hell and Furies! This Womans impudence exceeds you all. See there a Dog just wreeking from thy Bed, Hot with the Labour you have put him to: And yet in thought you did not wrong my Honour.

Cael. From my Bed, my Lord! You are abus'd; That fellow was not here full half a minute, E're your self enter'd! Oh, I can no more— Heav'n and the World grant Pardon for my Blood. For truth it self bears witness; I dare say That more I sorrow for your guilt then Death.

Anto. If this be true, tell me as thou art dying, What made him here at such a time o' Night?

Cael. I cannot tell more, then that the Nurse did send him; And she's run mad with guilt, or shame, or both! Oh, I can say no more—the Room turns Round; My Lord, farewell—Heav'n pardon you all Blood, As I forgive you mine—oh, oh— [Dyes.

Anto. Her Death both staggers, and amazes me! Are these Dead too?

Ped. Not yet, my Lord, I am not. Your Sword hath left me some small time for Prayers, And it had need; for I believe few Souls Can be assur'd to find their way to heav'n Without more warning to begin their Journey. But yet I do not find much cause for doubt.

Anto. Nay, if thou'st hopes, by that I do conjure thee Tell me, what brought thee hither?

Ped. The Nurses madness; She call'd me from my Bed, and told me, Flora Was sent to bid me come unto my Lady, Which though I scarce believ'd, yet I did do't.

Anto. Why did you say it was her madness did it?

Ped. My Lady said she was so, for she came Not long before shreeking into this Chamber, So as you enter'd I was going down To lock her up 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 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 Hell will give him what he wants on Earth: And yet, my Lord, it troubles me for you, Since my Place binds me to secure your Person, To answer Law for all your Rage has done.

Anto. Shame almost stops my mouth; yet, Captain, know My wound won't give me time for that misfortune; Stay but a little, let me fix my Eyes On what lies here, for that alone would give me A sudden Death, had I no other hurt. I dare not hope for Heav'n, having done So black a Murder on such Innocence, And yet I do believe her Charity As it did dying, still doth beg that Pardon Might from above be granted to my soul, Which if I miss, as I have cause to fear, Then sure I shall be turn'd into a Devil For ever to Torment his Cursed soul That led me to these mischiefs. 'Twould be some ease, if Heaven but granted that, But I begin to faint! Oh, Blessed Soul Dart forth one Beam of Light, to guide the way, Or I shall always wander in the dark. Night seizes me already: yet from hence In spight of death my soul shall take her flight, Go where I will, I thus set out a right. [Dyes.

Serv. He's dead—

Capt. By dying so, at least he's thus far happy, That he Escapes the Punishments of Tryal, And the Exemplar death must have attended Which to a man so Jealous of his Fame As he was, would have been a Hell on Earth. Your Duty to your Lord will keep you safe, Yet you must to the Vice-Roy go with me To be a Witness there of what hath happn'd, The story else will seem Incredible.

Serv. I am ready, Sir, for all you shall Command.

Capt. Oh Jealousie, thou sickness of great souls, To what a Rage didst thou transport this Lord? For had his Wife been false it was not good By Murd'ring her to drown himself in Blood;

For Lust may be Excus'd since flesh is frail, But Murder on the Soul does guilt Entail.

The Curtain Falls.



EPILOGUE

By Mr. Harris.

A Tragedy, and not Heroick Verse, The Comick part fit only for a Farse; No Atheism, nor any man we know Abus'd, no repartee, nor splendid show; But very little Bawdy, and less wit, The Devil's in't, crys one, is this Play hit. Faith—may be not, and may be too it will, For Chance sometimes exceeds all rules of skill. As he who Rageing did his Pencil throw, And Painted that by chance, he could not draw For we have seen, and lately too, a Play Cry'd down by those that cannot keep away And when they come spight of themselves they stay. And to our sorrow we have others known, That for their wit have Wit it self out-done, And yet you wits, that praise 'em seldom come. So the Goodman, oft-times for cause unknown, Leaves well-drest Beauteous Wife for Homely Joan. And you that Misses keep too, I'm afraid Do sometimes make e'm Jealous of the Maid; So if this Play not drest by rules of Art Should with some Trick of Nature catch the heart; We'd give you leave to rail, and never fear, Because we're sure you'd come to do it here. Gallants you see what e're you say or do, Plays will be writ, and we shall Act 'em too. Some will for pleasure, some for profit write, Some for Applause, and some will do't in spight, Such bit by Critticks, strait run mad and bite. This does our bu'sness; but we'd have you know, We wish we'd none but true brisk wit to show, We silence wish that Men might hear a Play, And wish that Vizard Mask would keep away: But we as well might wish we were those Kings We sometimes Act, as hope to see these things. Then since to rail o'th' Stage and in the Pit, Must in this sickly Age be counted Wit; And that th' Infection cannot be subdu'd, We Actors for our own sakes do conclude, The Itch to write and rail will ne're be cur'd, And therefore faith let 'em be both Endur'd.

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ERRATA.

[Transcriber's Note: These corrections were included in the printed book. The uncorrected line is given in brackets for reference. Additional changes and problems are listed at the end of this text.]

Page 17. Line 36. For your read their. [so begging / Your Lordships Discharge, I'm gone, and then {your} / Fears are over.] p. 23. l. 19. f. Taylors r. Juglers. [Yet I Confederate with Rogues and {Taylors}] p. 31. l. 18. r. my fears. [Ger. Farewell: May all my {} to nothing tend;] p. 38. l. 7. r. Villain by. [line 6, not 7: And such a {Villaine y}?—] p. 51. l. 6. f. first r. worst. [Lose their {first} property, which is to fright."] p. 53. l. 35. f. his r. in. [Anto. I, and {his} Soul retorted back the Lye,] p. 57. l. 11. f. there r. then. [And {there} been Canoniz'd: Was it of me] p. 58. l. 36. f. this r. his [O Heavenly Angels lead me not {this} way,]

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[Errata:

beyond the mem'ry / Of man. What drudgery am I forc'd to undergo to text reads Of ma.

but I / Must keep count of her Pater Nosters: text reads her her

Jasp. Ay, Sir, 'tis to be suppos'd; text shows Jasp. y, Sir (with gap)

The first did sell, and then betray'd my Honour, so in original: She?

would I raise / Storms when I would, blast Corn, turn Rivers backward text shows Rive vard (with gap)

_Enter Witch with a block Rod _so in original_: black?

You would resolve some Questions I should ask; text reads Qustions

Runs her through often, then throws her into the hole, she shun'd him, then lyes down and trembles. reading shun'd in original

Anto. 'Tis strange and wonderful. text shows 'Tis range (with gap)

No, 'tis to take my leave, text shows take my eave (with gap)

But we must needs have seen e'm. text reads have seem e'm.

Anto. Ah Heav'ns! some of that desperate Bandity Did once attempt my life. so in original: Banditry?

To let me Whore her too, as did her Couzen; text reads To lent me

The Comick part fit only for a Farse; text reads fit only for Fase ]

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