_Pier._ Now thou'st indeed been faithful. This was done nobly. We have deceived the Senate. _Jaff._ Bravely. _Pier._ Ha, ha, ha! Oh, oh! [_Dies._ _Jaff._ Now, ye cursed rulers, Thus of the blood you've shed I make libation, And sprinkle it mingling: may it rest upon you, And all your race! Be henceforth peace a stranger Within your walls! Let plagues and famine waste Your generations!--O poor Belvidera! Sir, I've a wife; bear this in safety to her,-- A token that with my dying breath I blessed her, And the dear little infant left behind me. I'm sick--I'm quiet-- [_Dies._ _Offi._ Bear this news to the Senate, And guard their bodies till there's farther order: Heaven grant I die so well! [_The Scene closes._ [Illustration] SCENE IV.--_A Room in_ PRIULI'S _House_. _Soft Music. Enter_ BELVIDERA _distracted, led by two_ _of her_ Women, PRIULI, _and_ Servants. _Priu._ Strengthen her heart with patience, pitying Heaven! _Belv._ Come, come, come, come--nay, come to bed, Pr'ythee, my love. The winds! hark how they whistle! And the rain beats: oh, how the weather shrinks me! You're angry now; who cares? pish, no, indeed! Choose then; I say you shall not go, you shall not. Whip your ill-nature; get you gone then--oh! [JAFFIER'S Ghost _rises_. Are you returned? See, father, here he's come again: Am I to blame to love him? O, thou dear one! [Ghost _sinks_. Why do you fly me? are you angry still then? Jaffier! where art thou? Father, why do you do thus? Stand off, don't hide him from me. He's here somewhere. Stand off, I say! what, gone? remember it, tyrant! I may revenge myself for this trick one day. I'll do't--I'll do't. Renault's a nasty fellow: Hang him, hang him, hang him! _Enter_ Officer _and others_. _Priu._ News--what news? [Officer _whispers_ PRIULI. _Offi._ Most sad, sir. Jaffier, upon the scaffold, to prevent A shameful death, stabbed Pierre, and next himself: Both fell together. _Priu._ Daughter! [_The_ Ghosts _of_ JAFFIER _and_ PIERRE _rise together, both bloody_.