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Me believe you married me; but the fool
Was wiser, I thank you.

Vil. Dost thou not know me, love?
'Tis Villeroy, thy husband.
Isa. I have none; no husband-

[Weeping
Never had but one, and he dy'd at Candy;
Speak, did he not die there?

life.
Isa. But swear it, quickly swear,

Enter Biron, bloody, and leaning upon his Sword.
Before that screaming evidence appears,
In bloody proof against me.
(On seeing Biron she swoons and sinks into a

Chair; Villeroy helps her.
Vil. Help there ! Nurse, where are you?
Ha! I am distracted too!

[Going to call for help, sees Biron.
Biron alive!
Biron. The only wretch on earth that inust not live.
Vil. Biron or Villeroy must not, that's decreed.
Biron. You've sav'd me from the hands of murderers:
Would you had not, for life's my greatest plague
And then, of all the world, you are the man
I would not be oblig'd tom Ísabella!
I came to fall before thee: I had dy'd
Happy not to have found your Villeroy here:
A long farewell, and a last parting kiss. Kisses her.
Vil. A kiss! confusion! it must be your last.

[Draws.
Biron. I know it must--Here I give up that death
You but delay'd ; since what is past has been
The work of fate, thus we must finish it.
Thrust home, be sure.

[Frints. Vil. Alas! he faints : some help tbere.

Biron. 'Tis all in vain, my sorrows soon will end--
Oh, Villeroy! let a dying wretch entreat you
To take this letter to my father. My Isabella!
Couldst thou but hear me, my last words should bless

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I cannot, though in death, bequeath her to thee.

[To Villeroy. But could I hope my boy, my little one, Might find a father in thee-Oh, I faintI can no more--Hear me, heav'n! Oh! support My wife, my Isabella--Bless my child! And take a poor anhappy

[Dies. Vil. He's gone--Let what will be the consequence, I'll give it him. My care of her is lost in wild amaze.

[Going to Isabella. Where, where are you?

Enter Nurse.
Good nurse, take care of her; I'll bring more help.

[Erit. Isabella comes to herself.
Isa. Where have I been?-Methinks I stand upon
The brink of life, ready to shoot the guif
That lies between me and the realms of rest:
But still detain'd, I cannot pass the strait;
Deny'd to live, and yet I must not die:
Doom'd to come back, like a complaining gbost,
To iny unbury'd body-Here it liesmas

(Throws herself by Biron's Body. My body, soul, and life.

Re-enter VILLEROY, with Servants.
Vil. Poor wretoh; upon the ground! She's not her-

self:
Remove her from the body. (Servants going to raise her.

Isa. Never, never-
You have divorc'd us once, but shall no more
Help, help me, Biron !-Ha! bloody and dead!
Oh, murder! murder! you have done this deed-
Vengeance and murder! bury us together
Do any thing but part us.

Vil. Gently, gently raise her,
She must be forc'd away.
[She dragg the Body after her; they get her into

their Arms, and carry her off.

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Isa. Oh, they tear me! Cut off my hands-
Let me leave something with him-
They'll clasp him fast-
Oh, cruel, cruel men!
This you must answer one day.
Vil. Good nurse, take care of her.

[Nurse follows her.
Send for all helps : all, all that I am worth,
Shall cheaply buy her peace of mind again.

[To a Servant.
The storm grows loud (Knocking at the Door.
I am prepar'd for it. Now let them in.
Enter Count BALDWIN, CARLOS, BELFORD, Friends,

and Servants.
Count B. Where is my wretched son?
Car. Where is my brother:

[They see him, and gather about the Body.
Vil. I hope in heav'n.
Car. Canst thou pity bim!
Wish bim in heav'n, when thou hast done a deed,
That must for ever cut thee from the hopes
Of ever coming there?
Vil. I do not blame

you
You have a brother's right to be concern'd
For his untimely death.

Car. Untimely death, indeed!
Vil. But yet you must not say

I was the cause.
Car. Not you the cause! Why, who should murder

him?
We do not ask you to accuse yourself;
But I must say that you have murder'd him;
And will say nothing else, till justice draws
Upon our side, at the loud call of blood,
To execute so foul a murder.

Bel. Poor Biron! Is this thy welcome home?
Friend. Rise, sir; there is a comfort in revenge,
Which yet is left you.

Car. Take the body hence.
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Vil. Nothing could provoke me
To a base murder, which I find you think
Me guilty of. I know my innocence;
My servants too can witness that I drew
My sword in his defence, to rescue him.
Bel. Let the servants be call'd.

Friend. Let's hear wbat they can say.
Car. What they can say! Why, what should servants

say
They're his accomplices, his instruments,
And will not charge themselves. If they could do
A murder for his service, they can lie,
Lie nimbly, and swear hard to bring him off.
You say you drew your sword in his defence:
Who were his enemies? Did he need defence?
Had he wrong'd any one? Could he have cause
To apprehend a danger, but from you?
And yet you rescu'd him!-No, no, he came
Unseasonably (that was all bis crime),
Unluckily to interrupt your sport:
You were new married-married to his wife;
And therefore you, and she, and all of you
(For all of you I must believe concern'd),
Combin'd to murder him out of the way.

Bel. If it is so-
Car. It can be only so.
Count B. The law will do me justice: send for the

magistrale.
Car. I'll go myself for him-
Vil

. These strong presumpliong, I must own, indeed,
Are violent against me; but I have
A witness, and on this side heav'n too.
-Open that door.

[Door opens, and Pedro is brought forward by Here's one can lell you all.

Villeroy's Servants. Ped. All, all; save me but from the rack, I'll confess al).

Vil. You and your accomplices desigu'd To murder Biron? -Speak.

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Ped. We did.
Vil. Did you engage upon your private wrongs,
Or were employ'd?

Ped. He never did us wrong.
Vil. You were set on then?
Ped. We were set on.
Vil. What do you know of me?
Ped. Nothing, nothing:
You sav'd his life, and have discover'd me.

Vil. He has acquitted me.
If you would be resolv'd of any thing,
He stands upon his answer.

Bel. Who set you on to act this horrid deed?
Count B. I'll know the villain; give me quick his

namne,
Or I will tear it from thy bleeding heart.

Ped. I will confess.
Count B. Do then.
Ped. It was my master, Carlos, your own son.
Count B. Oh, monstrous ! monstrous! most unnatural!
Bel. Did he employ you to murder his own brother?
Ped. He did; and he was with us when 'twas done.

Count B. If this be true, this horrid, horrid tale,
It is but just upon me: Biron's wrongs,
Must be reveng'd; and I the cause of all.

Friend. What will you do with him?

Count B. Take him apart-
I know too much.

[Exit Pedro, guarded.
Vil. I had forgot-Your wretched, dying son
Gave me this letter for you.

[Gives it to Baldwin.
I dare deliver it. It speaks of me,
I
pray to have it read.
Count B. You know the hand.
Bel. I know 'tis Biron's hand.
Count B. Pray read it.

Bel. [Reads] Sir, I find I am come only to lay my
death at your door.

I am now going out of the world, but cannot forgive you, nor my brother Carlos, for not

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