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?