Myself th' unfortunate cause.
Bren. O, d'you so? Hadst thou been cause of all the plagues
That vex mankind, thou'dst been an innocent
To what thou art: thou shalt not think repentance.[He kills her20
Iph. O, thou wert too sudden, and[She dies
Bren. Was I so?
The lustful youth would sure have spoil'd her honour;
Which finding highly guarded, rage, and fear
To be reveal'd, counsell'd this villainy.25
Is there no more of them?[Exit
Enter Almerin
Alm. Not enter?
Yes, dog, through thee! Ha! a corpse laid out,
Instead of Iphigene! Francelia dead too!
Where shall I begin to curse?30
Re-enter Brennoralt
Bren. Here, if he were thy friend!
Alm. Brennoralt!
A gallant sword could ne'er have come
In better time.
Bren. I have a good one for thee,
If that will serve the turn.35
Alm. I long to try it. That sight doth make me desperate;
Sick of myself and the world.
Bren. Didst value him?
A greater villain did I never kill.
Alm. Kill?40
Bren. Yes.
Alm. Art sure of it?
Bren. Maybe, I do not wake.
Alm. Th'ast taken then
A guilt off from me, would have weigh'd down my sword,
Weak'ned me to low resistance:45
I should have made no sports, hadst thou conceal'd it.
Know, Brennoralt, thy sword is stain'd in excellence,
Great as the world could boast.
Bren. Ha, ha!
How thou'rt abus'd! Look there, there lies the excellence50
Thou speak'st of! Murd'red: by him too; he did
