_Aur._ Oh! dear _Bassino_ live: And try to save her, for she's innocent: We only are in Fault---- I urg'd my wretched Fate with impious Language, For which I beg Forgiveness: Generous Lady, Let not my Soul depart with Guilt opprest. _Pla._ As I forgive you, so may Heaven me. _Bass._ Oh! _Placentia_! Oh! my Wife! _Aur._ One thing more, and I'm happy---- Were but _Alonzo_ here, that I might ask Forgiveness for my Falshood! But, alas! My Spirits faint within my frozen Veins, And every Thing seems double to my Sight: Oh! How I dread the uncertain future State! _Bass._ Unhappy Maid! Oh! my once dear _Aurelia_! Curst, Curst _Bassino_! Oh! my Wife! How dare I stand the View of both these injured Women! Oh! Heaven! Why name I Heaven! Heaven will not hear A Wretch like me----No, even Hell wants Torment Proportion'd to my Guilt--Oh! my _Placentia_! Oh! _Pla._ Oh! my dear Lord, I cannot see you thus: Live, live, my Lord; be happy when I'm dead. Nay, for your Sake, I with _Aurelia_ too May live to make you happy---- _Bass._ Oh! Hold! Heap not more Curses on me by your Kindness; I wish that she might live, but not for me. Only to clear me from her guilty Blood---- Oh! _Placentia_! _Pla._ Rise, my Lord, rise: Do not indulge your Woe, Your Sighs atone for all, and make e'en Death a pleasure---- I see him coming, he will soon be here---- _Bass._ No, I will never rise: ne'er see the Day. The Sun would blush to shine on such an impious Wretch. Here let me lie, and tear with these curst Hands [_Tears the Ground in a distracted Manner._ A Passage thro' the Earth, and hide my Face for ever. _Alon._ (_Within._) Where where's this Villain? Where's _Bassino_? _Aur._ 'Tis _Alonzo_'s Voice. Oh! fly, my Lord, fly from his just Revenge. _Enter_ Alonzo _hastily_. _Bass._ Fly---- Where shall I fly from Justice? No, Heaven is kind In sending him to help my Journey forward. _Alon._ Where's _Bassino_? _Bass._ (_Rising._) Here Sir, I stand. _Alon._ Then there stands a Villain----Ha--what Do I see!----_Aurelia_ murder'd! Oh! treacherous Maid, thy Love has cost thee dear, Think on thy broken Vows, and call to Heaven for Mercy. Thy Death I will revenge, because I lov'd thee once. _Aur._ Oh! _Alonzo_, pardon me. _Alon._ to _Bass._ Now Villain, now what Story, what Pretence Canst thou invent to avoid my just Revenge? Oh! that I ne'er had list'ned to thy Tongue! Thy base perfidious Tongue! Then all these Murders Had been prevented, and thou curst in Hell---- Thou monstrous Fiend---- _Bass._ You talk too much--Let's see what you can do: Thus I return your Villain---- _Alon._ Take thy Reward. [_They fight_, Bassino _falls_. _Enter_ Armando. _Arm._ Hold! hold: Oh Gods! I'm come too late, What has my fatal Friendship done! Ha----_Placentia_ too--curst Letter!