_Pierre._ Come, now I'm ready. _[Captain Crossing to him]_ You should be a gentleman of honour; Keep off the rabble, that I may have room To entertain my fate, and die with decency. You'll think on't? _[To Jaffier._ _Jaf._ 'Twont grow stale before to-morrow. _[Pierre and Jaffier ascend the Scaffold--Executioner binds Pierre._ _Pierre._ Now, Jaffier! now I'm going! Now-- _Jaf._ Have at thee, Thou honest heart, then!--here-- _[Stabs him._ And this is well, too. _[Stabs himself._ _Pierre._ Now, now--thou hast indeed been faithful! This was done nobly!--We've deceived the senate. _Jaf._ Bravely! _Pierre._ Ha! ha! ha!--oh! oh! _[Falls down on the Scaffold and dies_ _Jaf._ Now, ye cursed rulers, Thus of the blood ye've shed, I make libation, And sprinkle it mingling. May it rest upon you. And all your race! Oh, 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.--The Scene shuts upon them._ _Scene V.--An apartment in Priuli s House._ _Enter Priuli, R.; Belvidera, distracted; and two of her Women._ _Priuli._ (L. C.) Strengthen her heart with patience, pitying Heav'n! _Bel._ (C.) Come, 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! I say you shall not go, indeed you shall not: Whip your ill-nature; get you gone, then; Oh! Are you returned? See, father, here he's come again! Am I to blame to love him? Oh, thou dear one! Why do you fly me? Are you angry still, then? _Jaf._ier, where art thou? Father, why do you do thus? Stand off! don't hide him from me! He's there somewhere. Stand off, I say! What, gone? Remember, tyrant I may revenge myself for this trick, one day. _Enter Captain of the Guard, L., and whispers Priuli._ _Priuli._ News! what news? _Capt._ (L.) Most sad, sir! Jaffier, upon the scaffold, to prevent A shameful death, stabbed Pierre, and next himself; Both fell together. _Bel._ (R.) Ha! look there! My husband bloody, and his friend, too! Murder! Who has done this? Speak to me, thou sad vision; On these poor trembling knees, I beg it. Vanished:-- Here they went down. (R. C.)--Oh, I'll dig, dig the den up! Hoa, Jaffier, Jaffier! Peep up, and give me but a look. I have him! I have got him, father! Oh! My love! my dear! my blessing! help me! help me! They have hold of me, and drag me to the bottom! Nay--now they pull so hard--farewell-- _[Dies._