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.