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Scæn. 1.
Enter Chaves, Roderiguez, without disguise and swords drawn.Cha.
Curse my fate!
Rod.
Have patience, Sir, we shall
Remove your grief too; or in streams of blood
We'll swim to our desires.
Enter Gaspar.
Cha.
O! Signior, Gaspar!
Why had not we your notice of this wedding?
Gas.
It was so closely carried, that my ears
Could ne'er be privy to't; what ailes my Master?
Why, Sir, so pensive? Fear not, Sir, my Mistris
Will love you still; but I do sound you come
To Butcher her new Bridegroom; Is't not so?
Cha.
Thy augury's most true; these swords but now
Reak'd in the streams of Don Præpontio's blood;
To help my Friend Rod'riguez to his Love.
Gas.
In troth the World's well rid of such a fool!
Cha.
And yet are thirsty; we must sail through blood
To our desired port; tell her I'll drink
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I once did in obedience to her will,
Spare it, but 'twas by Fate reserv'd to be
Drawn empty now, and this enraged hand
Shall break the Conduit up; 'twill do me good:
In expectation here Ile wait, untill
I finde and kill him—
Gas.
No! don't kill him now:
Twere too unholy to prophane those rites,
Besides, he's arm'd with th'choisest of his friends,
That should you kill him, 'twere impossible
You should escape the æstrum of their fury,
Patience awhile, bridle your wrath, Ile plot
To do't more easie: Pray be pleasd.
Cha.
Thou wer't
Hatcht in a Pigeons nest, thou art so timerous
Tell us of murther, not of safety, rather
Let's study to create new ways to kill
Though to destroy the world; and so to be
Earths common Executioners; then that
He should enjoy and crop those blessed Roses.
Gasp.
What if he do? he has but what you left,
Hee'll prick his Fingers ere he pluck that rose;
Before to morrow night his Glass is run.
Pray, Sir, withdraw, be sure on't.
Rod.
Good Sir, doe.
Cha.
Your counsell shall prevail.
Exeunt.
Gas.
So let them go, had this fresh Gamester entred
And kild Picarro; and her Father known
Twas he enjoy'd her, he would have procur'd
A pardon for him, and have giv'n him her,
So I'd been cozen'd, but I'm rid of all:
Balthazar kils Picarro, then himself
Suffers; Præpontio's kild by Chaves, whom
The Law for that fact strait shall apprehend,
And soon condemn as guilty; so not one
Is left to be an obstacle.
Enter Boy.
Boy.
Sir, my Master bids you not expect him, he'll not come.
Exit.
Gas.
He will not come? how now? Ile call them back:
Oh! that I were but registred the first
In Coxcombes catalogue, to place my hopes
On One, when others offerd to effect them.
Villains had need to see with Argus eyes,
They'll be most fools else, when they seem most wise.
Exit.
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