| Enter Serberine. | |
| Ser. | Here, Serberine, attend and stay thy pace; | |
| | For here did Don Lorenzo's page appoint | |
| | That thou by his command shouldst meet with him. | |
| | How fit a place--if one were so dispos'd-- | |
| | Methinks this corner is to close with one. | |
| Ped. | Here comes the bird that I must seize upon: | |
| | Now, Pedringano, or never, play the man! | |
| Ser. | I wonder that his lordship stays so long, | 30 |
| | Or wherefore should he send for me so late? | |
| Ped. | For this, Serberine!--and thou shalt ha't. | |
| [Shoots the dag. |
| | So, there he lies; my promise is perform'd. | |
| The Watch. | |
| 1. | Hark, gentlemen, this is a pistol shot. | |
| 2. | And here's one slain;--stay the murderer. | |
| Ped. | Now by the sorrows of the souls in hell, | |
| [He strives with the watch. | |
| | Who first lays hand on me, I'll be his priest. | |
| 3. | Sirrah, confess, and therein play the priest, | |
| | Why hast thou thus unkindly kill'd the man? | |
| Ped. | Why? because he walk'd abroad so late. | 40 |
| 3. | Come, sir, you had been better kept your bed, | |
| | Than have committed this misdeed so late. | |
| 2. | Come, to the marshal's with the murderer! | |