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Shrunk eye, and fear bleach'd cheek, interpret for
Hear me a moment,
You'll do it then? Vasq. By all my future hopes I'll murder him, Or fall in the act. Mont.
It must be done to-night.
Vasq. This very instant; for till it be done
Take then this dagger,
Vasq. I know my place.
Hie thee then to it quick.
night, How shall I answer thee ?
Scene, the Street.
Enter VASQUEZ. Vasq. This is the spot, and somewhere hereabouts He must pass homeward for a moment's pause : 'Twixt the commission of the foulest act That ever stain'd the records of the times, And sweet repentance e'er it comes too late To dip this hand in blood ! in innocent blood ! The blood of human kind's! a friend's! pre
server's ! In the full ripeness of his summer youth To cut him off! 'Tis such a deed, as any pitiless fiend Uncavern'd from the lowest depth of hell, Would start appalld and shrink remorseful back At the bare thought of-in comparison, Domitian might be call'd compassionate, And Herod's massacre go storied down White as the babes he slaughter'd!-But, Montano, This tyrant holds my life at his disposal, And therefore tasks me to his bloody purpose: How to save him and yet not damn myself -(Pauses.)
There is no other way – it must be so,
dagger.) - Hark! he comes. Who passes there?
Enter VALLETORT. Vall.
A friend !
Who asks it? Good night to Vasquez, or my ear deceives me.
Vasq. The same, thy mortal foe.
A villain's !
Does that offend thee ?
Has she wrong'd thee ?
Nay, but hear me.
Nay, then, in self-defence, I draw: come on, and heav'n decide betwixt us.
(They fight, VASQUEZ drops his own sword and
runs upon that of VALLETORT's, and falls.) Vall. How fares it with you?
This way came the sound. Murder seems busy here !
(To Alm.) Beseech you, sir, Who have by hazard witness'd this adventure, Note, with my dying voice I here absolve This injur'd gentleman. . Oh, Valletort ! Had I the breath to tell thee. Oh, Montano! . Thy wife, thy unprotected wife
I have not time