[_Exit ~Galindo~._ Don _John._ He's gone; but hush, I hear somebody coming. Don _Guz._ Ho there! will nobody bring Light? [_Behind the Scene._ Don _Ped._ 'Tis _Guzman_. Don _John._ 'Tis so, prepare. Don _Ped._ Shall I own my Weakness? I feel an inward Check; I wish this could be done some other way. Don _John._ Distraction all! Is this a Time to balance? Think on the Injury he would have done you, 'twill fortify your Arm, and guide your Dagger to his Heart. Don _Ped._ Enough, I'll hesitate no more; be satisfy'd; hark! he's coming. _Don ~Guzman~ passes the Stage._ Don _Guz._ I think these Rogues are resolved to leave me in the dark all Night. [_Exit Don ~Guz~._ Don _John._ Now's your Time, follow him and strike home. Don _Ped._ To his Heart, if my Dagger will reach it. [_Don ~Pedro~ follows him._ Don _John._ [_Aside._] If one be kill'd, I'm satisfy'd; 'tis no great Matter which. _Re-enter Don ~Guzman~, Don ~Pedro~ following him, with his Dagger ready to strike._ Don _Guz._ [_Aside._] My Chamber Door's lock'd, and I think I hear somebody tread----Who's there?----Nobody answers. But still I hear something stir. Hola there! _Sancho_, are you all drunk? Some Lights here, quickly. [_Exit._ _Don ~Guzman~ passes by the Corner where ~Don John~ stands, and goes of the Stage; Dan ~Pedro~ following him, stabs Don ~John~._ Don _Ped._ [_Aside._] I think I'm near him now:----Traitor, take that, my Wife has sent it thee. Don _John._ Ah, I'm dead! Don _Ped._ Then thou hast thy Due. Don _John._ I have, indeed; 'tis I that have betray'd thee. Don _Ped._ And 'tis I that am reveng'd on thee for doing it. Don _John._ I wou'd have forc'd thy Wife. Don _Ped._ Die then with the Regret to have fail'd in thy Attempt. Don _John._ Farewel, if thou can'st forgive me-- [_Dies._ Don _Ped._ I have done the Deed, there's nothing left but to make our Escape. Don _John_, where are you? Let's begone, I hear the Servants coming. _~Lopez~ knocks hard at the Door._ _Lop._ Open there quickly, open the Door. Don _Ped._ That's _Lopez_, we shall be discover'd. But 'tis no great Matter, the Crime will justify the Execution; but where's Don _John_? Don _John_, where are you? _~Lopez~ knocks again._ _Lop._ Open the Door there, quickly. Madam, I saw 'em both pass the Wall; the Devil's in't if any good comes on't. _Leo._ I am frightened out of my Senses: ho, _Isabella_! Don _Ped._ 'Tis _Leonora_. She's welcome. With her own Eyes let her see her _Guzman_ dead.