_A._ And, oh, Farcillo, will you have mercy, too? I never intentionally offended you in all my life; never _loved_ Malos, never gave him cause to think so, as the high court of Justice will acquit me before its tribunal. _F._ Oh, false, perjured woman, thou dost chill my blood, and makest me a demon like thyself. I saw the ring. _A._ He found it, then, or got it clandestinely; send for him, and let him confess the truth; let his confession be sifted. _F._ And you still wish to see him! I tell you, madam, he hath already confessed, and thou knowest the darkness of thy heart. _A._ What, my deceived Farcillo, that I gave him the ring, in which all my affections were concentrated? Oh, surely not. _F._ Aye, he did. Ask thy conscience, and it will speak with a voice of thunder to thy soul. _A._ He will not say so, he dare not, he cannot. _F._ No, he will not say so now, because his mouth, I trust, is hushed in death, and his body stretched to the four winds of heaven, to be torn to pieces by carnivorous birds. _A._ What, is he dead, and gone to the world of spirits with that declaration in his mouth? Oh, unhappy man! Oh, insupportable hour! _F._ Yes, and had all his sighs and looks and tears been lives, my great revenge could have slain them all, without the least condemnation. _A._ Alas! he is ushered into eternity without testing the matter for which I am abused and sentenced and condemned to die. _F._ Cursed, infernal woman! Weepest thou for him to my face? He that hath robbed me of my peace, my energy, the whole love of my life? Could I call the fabled Hydra, I would have him live and perish, survive and die, until the sun itself would grow dim with age. I would make him have the thirst of a Tantalus, and roll the wheel of an Ixion, until the stars of heaven should quit their brilliant stations. _A._ Oh, invincible God, save me! Oh, unsupportable moment! Oh, heavy hour! Banish me, Farcillo—send me where no eye can ever see me, where no sound shall ever greet my ear; but, oh, slay me not, Farcillo; vent thy rage and thy spite upon this emaciated frame of mine, only spare my life! _F._ Your petitions avail nothing, cruel Amelia. _A._ Oh, Farcillo, perpetrate the dark deed to-morrow; let me live till then, for my past kindness to you, and it may be some kind angel will show to you that I am not only the object of innocence, but one who never loved another but your noble self. _F._ Amelia, the decree has gone forth, it is to be done, and that quickly; thou art to die, madam. _A._ But half an hour allow me, to see my father and my only child, to tell her the treachery and vanity of this world. _F._ There is no alternative, there is no pause; my daughter shall not see its deceptive mother die; your father shall not know that his daughter fell disgraced, despised by all but her enchanting Malos.