Part 22 (1/2)

_Jasp._ Stand off, by h.e.l.l, 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 h.e.l.l 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 h.e.l.l 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;