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Act 5.

Scene 1.

Enter Roderiguez and Priest.
Pri.
So smile the Heav'ns upon this holy Act,
That future houres with sorrow chides us not:

Rod.
Amen! Amen! but come what sorrow can,
It cannot countervail the exchange of Joy,
Do then but close our hands with sacred words:
Then Love-devouring death do what he dare:
It is enough, that I but call her mine.

Pri.
These violent delights have violent ends:
And in their triumph die like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume: the sweetest honey
Is loathsome in its own deliciousness,
And in the taste, confounds the appetite:
Therefore love moderately, long love doth so,
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
Enter Varina.
Is this the Lady? Oh! so light a foot
Will ne're wear out the flint, or bruise the street,
A Lover may bestride the Gossameres,
That idle in the wanton Summer-air:
And yet not fall: so light is vanity.

Var.
Good even to my Ghostly Father!

Pri.
Daughter,
Thy spouse shall give thee thanks here for us both.

Var.
As much to him, else is his thanks too much.

Rod.
Varina, if the measure of thy joy
Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more
To blason it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbour Aire, and let rich Musicks tongue
Unfold th'imagin'd happiness, that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.

(Kisses her)
Var.
Conceit more rich in matter, then in words
Brags of his substance, not of Ornament,
They are but beggers that can count their worth:
But my true Love is grown to such excess,
I cannot sum the sum of half my wealth.

Pri.
Come! come with me, and holy rites shall give
A fiat to your Love: I'll joyne those hands
(As you have done your hearts) in Hymens bands.

Exeunt.

Scena Secunda.

Enter Eugenia, Balthasar.
Eug.
This is his lodging, I believe, he's scarse
Out of his bed yet: walk, Sir, down the lane,
While I go in, and train him out: but then
Be sure you do dispatch him: least he wound you,
And grown enraged with some petty scratch
Shread your subdued Carcass into mamocks:
You know his voice? I'll go.

Exit.
Bal.
Be expedite.

Enter Picarro, drawn.
Pic.
This way he went, they told me: Well o'retaken:
Were you at prayers, or at confession lately?

Bal.
Why Sir, I hope you are no Priest, Picarro?

Pic.
I must be yours, I come to shread your corps:
And send it minc'd to Pluto's balefull table:

Bal.
You're welcome, Sir, but say, I play the Butcher,
(Drawes)
Strike you down first, and ripping up your offall,
Should throw them to Diana's yelping troops?
I know your quarrel.

(Picarro runs at him, Balth. falls)
Pic.
Gramercy hand! I've plaid the Butcher now:
And fell'd the Beast: procumbit humibus!
While thou hast sense left, cry for mercy, think,
Think what a horrid, sacrilegious sin
Thou hast committed: doth not thy soul tell thee
(Now when thy faults appear) that thou art damn'd?
Without redemption?

Bal.
I hope not, as yet
Can't I remember what I've injured you in:
That you should take my life; my last nights act
Was nought but truth.

Pic.
I know that, but 'twas thou
That hadst her honour, that bereav'dst her of
Her virgin purity: and when thou shedst
For all thy Crimes one drop, for this weep seas:
They'll scarse wash white thy spotted soul again.

Bal.
Did Mariana tell you this?

Pic.
Thy conscience
Tells thee that this is truth.

Bal.
It is not truth.
Trust me now dying, she's as chast, as she
Was born for me, it is one Chaves, that
I did stand here to kill; he whor'd her: O!

(dies)
Pic.
Some Angel keep thy soul in, till, thy tongue
Reveal that villain, Chaves? he's a stranger,
I know him not: you'll glory, faithless Mistress!
That you have made me kill your enemy:
My friend, that stood to right me: but that Chaves,
I'll finde him out, though he were hid in mists,
And quarter'd in the Clouds, my searching eye
Shall make a quick discovery, and inroll
Him in the list of my engaged foes;
But in this labyrinth I'll have a Clue,
To guide my steps unto his finall fall.
Enter Catalina disguised as a Mistress Mariana disguised as a Servant.
Some friendly whirlwind hurle me hence with speed,
Into some desart wilderness, which woman
Yet ne're polluted with her steps;—they fly me:
Good creatures, stay! forgive me: sure this tongue
Has injur'd you: good? (can that adjunct be
Fit for a woman): if you know your selves
Bankrupt of female vices, to be heirs
Of your lost sexes goodness: pray, you tell me
And I'll adore you with that reverence,
I would do Saints, be proud to say hereafter,
I met two virtuous women.

Cat.
Surely Sir,
You have receiv'd some monstrous injury
From woman; makes you out of charity
With all that sex; yet be not so, your mother
Was but a woman.

Pic.
Very true, you seem
Indu'd with sense; had you but known the wrong
I have receiv'd from one, that should have been
More honest: you will then, I know, confess,
I speak not without cause.

Cat.
You're married, Sir?

Pic.
Yes!

Cat.
And it is your wife has injur'd you?
But tell me, did you love her?

Pic,
Just as you've seen the Ivy cleave to th'Oak,
Or hony-bearing Woodbine to the Thorns,
So dear she was to me.

Cat.
And can that fact,
How foul soever, change that love into
So dire a hatred? Look but on the King
Of beasts, the Lion, when his Lioness
Sins with the Leopard; though he storm, yet when
Sh'as washt her self, he strait forgets it: sure
Your wife has washt her sported soul in tears
For her delict, take pitty on her: I,
Although a stranger, must perswade you.

Pic.
Sooner
To set the world on fire, then to forget
Her faults.

Cat.
I knew a damosel once, both young
And beauteous, that offended, she was wed,
And e'er her Nuptials had been false.

Pic.
My wife:
Sure't was my wife.

Cat.
Nay, more: to cloke her fault
She got another to supply her room
On th'wedding night.

Pic.
You know our story: sure't
Could be none else but she.

Cat.
And yet her husband,
Pittying her youth, did pardon her.

Pic.
A man,
Moulded of patience, or of baseness, but
What did she then?

Cat.
Why? He immur'd her up
In an observant Nunnery, to pay
The tribute of her sin with Penitence;
And she's a convert now: do so, when next
You see your wife, take that good course, and do not
Damn her and your self too!

Pic.
Alas! My wife
Committed more then this, for when her throat
Was underneath my sword; she fear'd not then
To irritate Heav'ns vengeance with a lie,
A wond'rous lie, you see you Gentleman.

Cat.
Yes, what of him?

Pic.
That injur'd man, she told me
Was he, that had enjoy'd her, made me kill him,
And yet Heav'ns justice, gave his dying lips
Leave to reveal her partner.

Cat.
Know you him?

Pic.
His name is Chaves!

Cat.
Chaves?

Pic.
Judge you Mistris:
Merits she not a Chiliad of deaths?

Mar.
Her own tongue, Sir, shall be her judge, she does.

(discovers)
Pic.
What's Pluto's gates blown ope, and Cerberus gone?
How came these Harpies?

Mar.
I have run, Picarro,
A weary race in sin, and the last post
Being almost mine, I falter; I have stoln
Forth of my Chamber, with intent to leave
Your loathed sight for ever: to have fled
With my lov'd Chaves hence; but that your words,
Thought of my sin, the fear of Dis and vengeance
Has made a convert of me; kill me now:
I die repentant.

Pic.
Since thou ask'st thy death,
I will not be so cruel, thou shalt live
To be my pitties Trophee: could I pardon
Thy fault, would you be honest?

Mar.
O, Sir, do not
Make a poore contrite, now more miserable,
My life's to me grown odious: Sir, your thoughts
Run on my slaughter, but my minde's on Heav'n:
Aver it not, one word of life may hinder
My resolution: you have seen the palm
(That sweet date-bearing tree) hang down its head
(As't were to beg an Ax) toward the Earth,
To cut it up, when void of fruit and moisture
It seems a scorn unto its neighbour trees:
Of me 'tis a true Embleme, I have lost
My fruit of Vertue, am become the shame
Of womanhood: do justice, rid the Earth
Of such an impious burden.

Pic.
Wretched soul!
Thou shalt not die.

Mar.
I do desire it.

Pic.
Come!
Take up your vail, and follow me.

Mar.
To death.

Pic.
Yes! Mariana, die upon his Course
(brings her to Balthazar:)
Thou mad'st me murther.

(stabs her.)
Mar.
One stab more: so now
Methinks I'm well, lend we your praiers, and shed
A tear for me, Picarro!

Pic.
Yes! I'll help
T'imbalm thy Corps with my salt drops: but now
Since thou art dying, for the love I bore thee
While I did think thee virtuous: discharge
Thy soul of such a Ponderous crime, reveal
That Chaves to me.

Mar.
No, I must not, Jove
Will be incenst against me more in peace
With all I'll yeeld this little puff of breath;
This flash of air, my life, to th'hands of death:
Him I forgive that most hath wrong'd you, yet
That you shall know, you are beholding to him;
'Tis he that saved your life at my request:
My blood converts to jelly, I am cold
As Mrable-dew within: my minute comes,
Close my poor eies, Picarro, say I die
A penitent, that's all. Oh!

(begins to die)
Pic.
Receive her, Saints,
To your society: how sweet she looks?
She's yet alive.

Cat.
O no! Her breath is gone

(weeps)
Pic.
Surely she is, it cannot be such beauty
Should rest in a cold Carcass: I could wish
It were undone; or that my hand had been
Blasted, e'er it had struck her: hadst thou carried
Vertue in this fair mansion, thou hadst made me
Too happy!—

(Offers to kill Catalina.)
Cat.
Sir, you will not kill me too?

Pic.
No! I have done enough, yet more blood must
Follow: help, take her off the sordid Earth,
Too good to bear her, and then bear her in:
Be private as the night is.

Exit.
Cat.
I will, Sir.

Mar.
So, is he gone? This Catalina I
Have done to purchase my enfranchisement:
Infuse some balsame to my bleeding wounds,
Distill'd by some divine Pæonian hand:
And now, Picarro, will I seek thy death,
And unto Chaves plot a quick escape;
Then to the Church or Chappel we will hit
To make compleat our wisht felicity.

Exeunt.

Scena Tertia.

Enter Eugenia: Chaves.
Eug.
A little further, Sir, I left him: Master,
Here's Signior Chaves. Heav'ns protect me, see
My Master's slain.

Cha.
By whom?

Eug.
I know not, Sir:
I'm by this reason destitute of means
To helpe me, here a stranger: please you, Sir,
To grace me with employment: I should study
To do you faithful service.

Cha.
Friend, I care no,
And if I do.

Enter Roderiguez.
Rod:
Sir, I am now arriv'd
At my long wisht for port of bliss and wealth;
The holy rites are done; she is my own;
It is the greatest now of my misfortune,
That yours laggs still behinde.

Cha.
Our love returns
Thanks to your wish: Heav'ns crown your love with joy;
Long live in peace and bliss; and may your issue
Puzzle Arithmetick to number them;
Accept my thoughts, good friend, they're good, though they
Tumble from my distracted brain; if ought
Can add unto thy happiness, but wish it,
And my affection shall cry Amen!

Rod.
Your love commands my duty to return
Whole Floods of thanks; your wish is so compleat
'T needs no addition. Sir, what fellow's that?
May he be conscious to our secrecies?

Cha.
Yes! He is trusty, 'tis an honest fellow.

Rod.
Gaspar has been with me, and full of tears
Told me, since last night w'are discovered;
Your Mistriss had run her lives hazard, had not
Gaspar—

Cha.
Reliev'd her, is't not so? That fellow
Was born to do me good.

Rod.
Her jealous spouse
Perceiving that she did affect some other,
Had slain her, had not she begg'd life till night,
And then we in our Masque must kill him.

Cha.
Brave!
Excellent! 'Tis beyond imagination;
Come, let us in and make us ready.

Exeunt.
Eug.
Well!
I'll wing my feet, until my zeal can finde
Picarro out, and unto him reveal
My Masters secrets; save his life, and then
He will kill Chaves; so I shall revenge
His (slighted) perjury; and if I live
Chaves shall die, my brother I'll forgive.

Exeunt.

Scena Quarta.

Enter Gaspar and Varlots.
Gas.
Come, come! My noble Lads! The time grows on,
The Masquers will come by and by; here hold!
There's 40. Duckets; spare you no mans life
I bid you kill.

Var.
I warrant you, Sir, we are old dog at it, they die if they had
Cats lives.

Gas.
Well said my Trojans! I shall live to make
You walk the streets in Velvet, Plush, and Scarlet;
Fye! on th'Dutch serges and these fustian doublets;
Men of your quality to walk in such
Vulgar accoutrements?

Varl.
We are Souldiers, Sir.

Gas.
I'll have you all made Captains, go behind:
And when I hem, be nimble as the Eeles:
Away my bullies.

Enter Picarro.
Pic.
tell me treach'rous Gaspar!
What evil have I merited of you,
That you should be so perjur'd as to plot
My ruine purposely to free that Strumpet?
Should it be true, I might well stile thee villain:
I scarce believe it.

Gas.
'Tis a lye beyond
The Devils forging, think Sir, had my heart
Been so malitious, I would have appear'd
Again before you? you may easily see
The motive of their feigning this in hopes
By blaming me to save themselves, to make you
Beholding to them for the dear engagement
Of freeing you from danger, more for spite
That I love you and hate them: they imagin'd
Thus to betray me to your rage: receive
Dear Sir, my weapon, if you can conceit
That I can be so impious, kill me, do it
I do beseech you.

Pic.
I should first conceive
All false and base before thy loyalty:
Thou hast been alwaies honest true, to me.

Gas.
Villany 't selfe would not deceive your goodnesse:

Enter Eugenia.
Eug.
Is not one Signior Gaspar here?

Gas.
He's here;
What would you friend?

Eug.
My Master, Signior Chaves
Commends him greatly to you, and desires
To speake one word with you.

Pic.
Chaves? what's he?

Gas.
One of the Masquers.

Eug.
Though a stranger to you,
Because I see you are a Gentleman;
I'll save your life: know Cozen'd man, the masque
Is nothing but a dance unto your death:
That Gaspar has betraid you to that Chaves
That whor'd your wife: he doth expect without,
To kill you: 'tis enough, farewel, be wise.

Exit.
Pic.
Thou now art grown to that vast height in sin,
That Dis would gape and swallow thee, but that
The prime Fiends feare that thy vile treachery
(Shouldst thou come thither) would so farre out-shine
As doth Hyperion in his fullest Orb,
The smallest Pleiad; so they should not be
Respected 'mong th'Infernal Regiments.
Thy crafts are now disclos'd, thy faults ript up,
I'll send thee strait with a deserved doom,
To keep society with the Harpyan troops,
And Fiends of that Tartarian Republick.

Gas.
Still you're so credulous; just Judges use
E're they condemne, to heare both parties speak;
I understanding Chaves to have wrong'd
You in your wife, that you might vendicate
The highest stile in vengeance-book, I went
And told him all, he has related, promised
You should be slain: but this was my intent,
Onely to train him hither to his death,
That as they both had sin'd, they both might suffer
Vengeance together.

Pic.
Why knew I not this?

Gas.
'Twas my intent you should have known't, he only
Anticipated my relation.
That you should know, I lie not—hem! hem!

(varlets appear)
Pic.
What are these?

Gas.
Why these are they I hir'd to do the act,
To send them both to hell: tell me, my lads
Of steele, did I not swear you to decide
One Chaves into Atoms?

Var.
Yes! sound truth!

Gas.
And whom't should please Picarro to command?

Var.
Yes! on our honest words!

Gas.
Lo! here comes Chaves masqued hem!
Enter Chaves masqued
There stand the men Picarro, that must kill him.

(varlets wound)
Cha.
Treason! I'm murdred, yet scorn to perish.
Unvengeanc'd, you shall know I have a spirit.
(offers to draw.)
Eugenia's curses hang upon my arm,
Or Virgins teares have glu'd my sword so fast,
I can't unsheath it: Oh! my strength decays.
(falls)
Tremble not earth that thou must bear me, see
Eugenia waited on by glorious Troops
Of constant lovers, comes t'upbraid me with
My perjury, but I'll not hear it. Oh!

(dies.)
Gas.
O Sir, you thought you could defloure our virgins
Without revenge, in Balthasar's destruction
You did triumph; and you have slain Picarro;
Look! he lies weltring in his gore; I hope
You'll pay me nobly for betraying him?
You shall enjoy your Mistress she expects
Within your presence!

Enter Roderiguez masqued.
Rod.
Ha! Picarro slain?
(stumbles at Chaves.)
My zeale has been too tardy; I have lost
My share of honor in this noble act.
(looks and sees 'tis Chaves)
Heav'ns blesse me, where's that villain that durst draw
This noble blood? villain this hand shal be
(draws & running at Gaspar is stabd by varlets)
Thy Executioner! Treason! 's hell broke loose?
Has Pluto sent these Bandogs out? yet take
(runs at Gaspar.)
One thrust from my revengefull arm, 'twill make
Some expiation for my noble friend,
And these my wounds! Alas! my hand's grown weak,
Yet will I lay me by his noble corps,
(he falls)
We'll brethren be in death: and know our Ghosts
Shall make you run distracted! poore Varina!
As my last pledge of love, in streams of blood
Dropt from my own veins, will I drink thy health:
Farewell my Deare; may heav'n commiserate
Thy sadnesse, and protect thee. Oh!

(Dies)
Pic.
'S This he
That stole Varina to his lust?

Gas.
'Tis he,
'Tis Roderiguez, Chaves his Comrade
In all his villanies; 'tis he that slew
Præpontio at his wedding, and convey'd
Varina to her ruine, and his lust.
This Lady is a stranger

Enter Eugenia in her own dresse, finds Chaves dead, goes to his corps.
Eug.
May mine eye
Now see the ruine of this perjur'd villain!
Now my disguise is uselesse, Heav'n hath own'd
My cause at length, and its due vengeance showr'd
Upon his perjur'd head; Heav'ns plagues are sure.
Perfidious Chaves,
That curst hand that helpt
Thee to fulfill thy lust, now work't thy fall:
Balthasar's death, Picarro's wrong is now
Retaliate in this thy ruine: but stay,
Some vengeance fall from my provoked hand;
stabs him with a bodkin.
Eugenia givee thee this, and this; nay take
One more for her account, perfidious slave!
As if thy perjury could not wrong enough
Eugenia, and the honor of our house;
Thou must seduce my brother to thy part,
Make him copartner in thy crimes; for him,
For Roderiguez sake, I'll give thee this:
(stabs him)
Nor shall my Fathers griefe unpunisht goe;
One stab for him: me thinks my rage now sits
Triumphant in her element; while I
Feed it with wounds, and make his blood repay
Both principall and Interest of my tears!
We thank you Gaspar, and Picarro both,
For this our bloudy banquet. He! who's this?
(Sees her brother)
My brother! Cursed villains! who durst be
So cruel a Phlebotomist, to strike
One vein of his? dear brother! might I fetch
Prometheus-like, new fire from th'heav'nly axell
To put in this pure Carcass: could my breath
Infuse new life into thee, I would lay
My self upon thy lips, and kiss, till all
My vigours transmigrated into thee:
But since the heav'ns are deaf, and death will deigne
No audience to my wish, thy sister shall
(Stabs her self)
Lay her thy Bedfellow: and with one stroke
In Crimson-streams swim with thee unto bliss. Oh!

(dies)
Gas.
More objects still of ruine? this will be
A bloudy Poppet-play:—

Enter Varina
Vari.
This way he went.
Now fortune do thy worst, I scorn thy frown,
Deride at those contractions on thy brow:
Speak louder with thy threats, and spare not me,
Varina now will live in spight of thee.

Gas.
Varina! welcome home, Ged give you joy:
Faith! 'tis not handsome thus to steal a wedding:
When shall I have my Gloves? Picarro, see!
Varina bids you joy.

Pic.
She claims my thanks.

Var.
Saw you my husband lately, Cousin?

Gas.
There!
There he's in bed with Chaves.

(She swounds and dies)
Pic.
Help, she falls!

Gas.
Faith! 'tis no matter: this is she, whose skill
Helpt Chaves to his Mistress; and so fool'd
Balthasar of his hopes: it was her Counsell
Betraid poor Mariana; 'twas her head
That forged all the plots against your honour.

Pic.
Excellent Gaspar! do see thou'rt honest!
Above all malice, thou shalt share estates
With me, thou dost deserve it, friend.

Gas.
All this
I've done for you, illustrious Sir, and now
Reward me how you please: would I have been
False, Sir, I could have had that mans estate,
But your love is more worth then all the worlds:
What doom must Mariana, Sir, expect?

Pic.
She had escap'd, and I by chance did find her,
Stealing to Chaves tabern, and in rage
I sent her to the Devill for a pawn.

Gas.
Ha! Am I couzen'd? you did well, 'twas Justice,
The Law does free you, for you only slew.
Your wife, and her Adulterer.

Pic.
O Gaspar!
What means this murderer?

Gas.
Hem! shallow fool!
(They stab Picarro)
Glory in Mariana's death? you may
Get a new wife so beautifull.

Pic.
Slave! Bastard!
Hast thou no spark, or jot of goodness left?
The salvyge Arab, or the horn-foot Satyre
May but commence thy pupils, cruel slave!
Who e're begot thee, sure thy mother drew
Her blood from the Bassarides, or was
Of near allyance to that cursed Hag,
That into fritters slic'd her only son:
Hell was thy Cradle, and some Harpy did
Perform the office of a wretched nurse:
Thy heart can study nought but treachery,
But! Oh! I feel the angry hand of death,
Gripe my small arteries, and Atropos
Hath bit my thread of life. Forgive me Heav'ns!
Treason! Oh! Treason!

(dies)
Gas.
Look me dead, fond man
To vex thee more, 'twas I that first betraid
Thy wife to Chaves: I that did procure
Balthasar to have murdered thee, and now
At last, when I was all disclos'd came over
Thy stupid brain, only in one thing crost,
(In Mariana's death) my plots has hit,
They're all o're-reach'd by one poor Bastards wit.
Enter Mariana and Catalina.
Is not this Mariana? sure it is.

Ma.
O horrid spectacle! what wretched hand
Durst to attempt this execrable fact!?
Chaves, Picarro, and Balthasar slain?
Poor Roderiguez, and Varina too?
What unknown Lady's this? (methinks her face
Speaks her ally'd to Roderiguez!) Oh!
Let me but kiss those lips, and send my soul
(goes to Chaves)
With thine into Elysium to dwell;
Lo! in these windows that let forth thy life,
I powre the helpless balm of my poor eyes:
Avant! thou dreadfull minister of hell!
Thy power could touch but their mortality:
Their souls thou could'st not hurt: Avant, begone:
If heav'n have any grievous plague in store,
Exceeding those that I can wish upon thee,
O! let them keep it till thy sins be ripe,
And then hurl down their indignation
In showers of fiery Vengeance on thy head.
Behold, the pattern of thy Butcheries!
See! Villain! See! how my Poore Chaves wouuds
Open their congeald mouths, and bleed a fresh:
Blush! blush! thou lumpe of basenesse! Bastard! blush!
Within whose breast more snakes and Hydra's dwell
Then in the Stygian and Lernæan Dens;
For 'tis thy presence that exhales the blood
From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells;
May Heaven with lightning fry thee into death,
Or let the inhiant Earth Devour thee quick,
As it doth swallow up mp Chaves blood.

Gas.
Cousin, you know no Rules of Charity.

Ma.
Villain! thou knowst no Law of God or Man.
No beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity.

Gas.
I slew them not.

Ma.
Then say they were not slain.
But dead they are, and Devilish Slave by thee.

Gas.
I did not kill your Chaves.

Mar.
Then he lives.

Gas.
Nay, he is dead, and by Picarro slain.

Mar.
Take heed, that monstrous lye will choak you; did
Not you kill my dear Chaves?

Gas.
I grant; yes!

Mar.
Dost grant me? he was only sit for Heav'n,
And thou unfit for any place, but hell.

Gasp.
He lives that loves you better; then he could.

Ma.
Name him.

Gas.
Your friend and servant, faith full Gaspar.

Ma.
Where is he?

Gas.
Here.
(She spits at him)
What? dost thou spit at me?

Ma.
Would it were mortall poyson for thy sake:
Out of my sight thou dost infect mine eyes.

Gas.
Thy eyes sweet Cousin, have infected mine.

Ma.
Would they were Basiliscks to strike thee dead.

Gas.
That you may know, how little I respect
Your love; receive this token from my arme.

(Kills her, Catalina runs out.)
Varl.
What shall we doe now, Signior?

Gas.
You must sweare
Balthazar killed Mariana, Chaves
Balthazar; Chaves and Varina fell
By mad Picarro's arme; then in revenge
Roderigvez kill'd Picarro; this is brave,
'Twill hold out water well; but where's this wench?
This devill Catalina? heav'ns! she's gone!
W'are all betraid, undone.

Enter Alonzo, Alvarez, Frederique, Catalina with guards.
Gas.
O noble Patron!
Behold the ruin of the stateliest structure,
Dame Nature, ever built by those curst villains

Alo.
My daughter!

(Swounds)
Gas.
Comfort Signior! Let your reason
Put reins unto your passion! Courage!

Alo.
What? cometh Gaspar now to comfort me?
Came he right now to sing a ravens note,
Whose dismall tune bereft my vitall powers,
And thinks he that the chirping of a wren
By crying comfort from a hollow brest,
Can chase away the first conceived sounds?
Hide not thy poyson with such sugred words;
Lay not thy hands on me, forbeare I say,
Their touch affrights me with a serpents sting;
Thou balefull messenger! out of my sight;
Upon thy eye-balles murderous Tyranny
Sits in grim majesty to fright the world:
Look not upon me, for thy eyes are wounding;
Yet doe not goe a way; come Basilicks,
And kill the innocent Gazer with thy sight;
For in the shade of death I shall find joy?
In life, but double death, now she is dead;
Come hither, Alvarez, and fright thy soule
With a new Gorgon; see! see! where thy sonne
Lies weltring in his gore!

Alv.
Who did this murder?

Gas.
He, that foule monster, and this cursed villain
With that, came rushing in and flue your daughter—
First, then Picarro killing him, was slain
By these two varlotts:

Alo.
Quick, lay hold on them!
First with strong ropes wee'll bind them to the rack;
And with hott Irons extort their sparkling Eyes.

Cat.
Sir, credit not this villaine! by his means
Chaves enjoy'd your daughter; 'twas his brain
That hammer'd all this mischiefe; and at length
When Mariana would not own his love,
With his own hand he stabd her! is't not so?
Bastard!

Gas.
Confide not in these feigned Comments!—

Fred.
Confesse you varlots, or I'll rack you!

1: Varl.
He
Hir'd us unto it; and first by his Command
Fell this man Chaves by our impious hands:
And after, Roderiguez: then this Lady
Seeing her Brother slain, did with her bodkin
Open her veins and laid her by his side;
Next this Varina, whose young spouse was lately
Massacred here, now swouns into her death;
Then by this mans command Picarro fell,
And by his own hand Mariana, thus
Ended this Tragick Scene.

Cat.
'Tis doubtlesse true;
But 'twas Picarro that slew Balthasar.

Gas.
Am I betraid? clap, thunder at my fall,
For Fame shall speak me for as slye a Bastard,
As Sin e're view'd; you'll laugh when you doe see
My limbs distended on the torturing Rack:
But you shall lose your aim; since I must die,
I'll please my self in chusing of my death.
But know, Alonzo, 'twas your baseness, that
Urg'd me to this revenge; which you must feele
A little nearer; you your self shall shall.
(stabs him.)
Curse on you all! this hand shall now set free
My self from your intended tyrannie.

(stabs himself.
Alv.
Hold! hold his hands! we'll him in piecemeal tear,
And throw his carcasse for the Dogs to feed on;
The earth ne're bore a monster like him.

Fred.
Hold!
Keep life in him, till we compleat his torments,
That his black eyes may see the vengeance due
To his deserts; which plagues shall studied be.

Gas.
'Tis past, I'm going now, my blood is pale,
It comes thin from my heart-strings: may you all
Perish, alone the Bastard doth not fall.

(Dies.)
Alv.
Convey these bodies in, our grief shall swell,
And study torments that may equall Hell.

Exeunt.