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.