_Jul_. Spare him, or I'll die with him.
_Gons_. Must ravishers and villains live, while I
In vain implore her mercy?
[_Thrusts at him, and hurts JULIA in the arm_.
_Jul_. Oh, I am murdered!
_Gons_. Wretched that I am,
What have I done? To what strange punishment
Will you condemn this guilty hand? And yet
My eyes were guilty first--For they could look
On nothing else but you; and my unlucky hand
Too closely followed them!--
_Enter MANUEL again_.
_Man_. The powers above are just, that thou still livest,
For me to kill.
_Rod_. You'll find no easy task on't
Alone; come both together, I defy you!
Curse on this disguise, that has betrayed me
Thus cheaply to my death.--
_Man_. Under a devil's shape, thou could'st not be
Disguised.
_Jul_. Then, must he die?--
Yet, I'll not bid my Roderick farewell;
For they take leave, who mean to be long absent.
_Gons_. Hold, sir! I have had blood enough already;
And must not murder Julia again
In him she loves. Live, sir; and thank this lady.
_Rod_. Take my life, and spare my thanks.
_Man_. Though you
Forgive him, let me take my just revenge.
_Gons_. Leave that distinction to our dull divines:
That ill, I suffer to be done, I do.
_Hip_. My heart bleeds for him: to see his virtue
O'ercome so fatally, against such odds
Of fortune, and of love!--
_Man_.
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