BOSOLA

I do haunt you still. I have done you Better service then to be slighted thus: Miserable age, where only the reward Of doing well, is the doing of it. I fell into the Galli S in your service, Where, for two years together, I wore two Towels in stead of A shirt, with a knot on the shoulder, after the fashion of a Roman Mantle: Slighted thus? I will thrive some way: Blackbirds fatten best in hard weather: why not I, In these dog days? With all your divinity, do but direct me the way to it, I Have known many travel far for it, and yet return as Arrant knaves, as they went forth; because they carried Themselves always a long with them; Are you gone? Some fellows (they say) are possessed with the devil, But this great fellow, were able to possess the greatest Devil, and make him worse. He, and his brother, are Like Plum-trees (that grow crooked Over standing-pools) they are rich, and overladen with Fruit, but none but Crows, Pies, and Caterpillars feed On them: Could I be one of their flattering Panders, I Would hang on their ears Like a horseleech, till I were full, and Then drop off: I pray leave me. Who would rely upon these miserable dependences, in expectation to Be advanced to morrow? what creature, ever fed worse, then hoping Tantalus? nor ever did any man more fearfully, then he that hoped For a pleadon: There are rewards for hawks, and dogs, and When they have done us service; but for a Soldier, that hazards his Limbs in a battle, nothing but a kind of Geometry, is his last Supportation. I, to hang in a fair pair of slings, take his latter-swinge in the World, upon and honourable pare of Crowtches, from hospital To hospital, fare you well Sir. And yet do not you scorn us, for Places in the Court, are but likes beds in the hospital, where this Men head lies at that men foot, and so lower, and lower. I was lured to you. Never since he was in my debt. Does he study Physiognomy? There's no more credit, to be given to th'face, Then to a sick men vryn, which some call The Physicians whore, because she cozens him: He did suspect me wrongfully: Yet take heed: For to suspect a friend unworthily, Instructs him the next way to suspect you, And prompts him to deceive you. So: What follows? (Never reigned such showers as these Without thunderbolts i'th tail of them;) whose throat must I cut? No, Sir? It seems you would create me One of your familiars. Why, a very quaint invisible Devil, in flesh: And Intelligencer. Take your Devils Which Hell calls Angels: these cursed gifts would make You a corrupter, me and impudent traitor, And should I take these they 'll'd take me Hell. No. I would have you curse your self now, that your bounty (Which makes men truly noble) ere should make Me a villain: o, that to avoid ingratitude For the good deed you have done me, I must do All the ill man can invent: Thus the Devil Candies all sins are: and what Heaven terms vild, That names he complemental. As I have seen some, Feed in a Lords dish, half a sleep, not seeming To listen to any talk: and yet these Rogues Have cut his throat in a dream: whats my place? The Provisors-ship o'th horse? say then my corruption Grew out of horse-doong: I am your creature. Let good men, for good deeds, covet good fame, Since place, and riches oft are bribes of shame Sometime the Devil does preach. Exit Bosola. You say you would feign be taken, for and eminent Courtice? Let me see, you have a reasonable good face for't already, And your nightcap expresses your ears sufficient largely, I would have you learn to twirl the strings of your band with a Good grace; and in a set speech, (at th'end of every sentence,) To hum, three, or four times, or blow your nose (till it smart again,) To recover your memory, when you come to be a president in Criminal causes, if you smile upon a prisoner, hang him, but if You frown upon him, and threaten him, let him be sure to escape The Gallows. Do not sup a nights, it'll beget you and admirable wit. I will teach a trick to know it, Give out you lie a dying, and if you Hear the common people curse you, Be sure you are taken for one of the prime nightcaps, You come from painting now? Why, from your scurvy face-physic, To behold thee not painted inclines somewhat near A miracle: These in thy face here, were deep ruts, And foul sloughs the last progress: There was a Lady in France, that having had the small pocks, Flayed the skin off her face, to make it more level; And whereas before she looked Like a Nutmeg-grater, After she resembled and abortive hedgehog. No, no but you call carreening of and old Morphew'd Lady, to make her disembogue again, There's roughcast phrase to your plastic. One would suspect it for a shop of witchcraft, To find in it the fat of Serpents; S awn of Snakes, Jews spittle, And their young children ordures, and all these for the face: I would sooner eat a dead pigeon taken from the soles of the feet Of one sick of the plague, then kiss one of you fasting: Here are two of you, whose sin of your youth, is the very Patrimony of the Physician, makes him renew his Footcloth with the Spring, and change his High-prized courtesan with the fallen of the leaf: I do wonder you do not loath your selves, Observe my meditation now: What thing is in this outward form of man To be beloved? we account it ominous, If Nature do produce a Colt, or Lamb, A Fawn, or Goat, in any limb resembling A Man; and fly from't as a prodigy. Man stands amazed to see his deformity, In any other Creature but himself. But in our own flesh, though we bear diseases Which have their true names, only taken from beasts, As the most ulcerous Wolf, and swinish Meazeall; Though we are eaten up of lice, and worms, And though continually we bear about us A rotten and dead body, we delight To hide it in rich tissue all our fear, (Nay all our terror) is, least our Physician Should put us in the ground, to be made sweet. Your wife's gone to Room: you two couple, and get you To the wells at Leuca, to recover your aches. I have other work on foot: I observe our Duchess Is sick a days, she puykes, her stomach seethes, The inns of her eyelids, look most teeming blue, She wains i'th'cheeke, and waxes fat i'th'flanke; And (contrary to our Italian fashion,) Wears a loose-bodied Gown, there's somewhat in't, I have a trick, may chance discover it (A pretty one) I have bought some Apicocks, The first our Spring yields. O Sir, the opinion of wisdom, is a foul tettor, That runs all over a men body: if simplicity Direct us to have no evil, it directs us to a happy Being: For the subtlest folly proceeds from the Subtlest wisdom: Let me be simply honest. Do you so? Give me leave to be honest in any phrase, in any Compliment whatsoever, shall I confess my self to you? I look no higher then I can reach: They are the gods, that must ride on winged horses, A Lawyers mule of a slow pace, will both surt My disposition, and business: For (mark me) When a men mind rides faster then his horse can gallop, They quickly both Tyre. O (Sir) you are Lord of the ascendant, Chief man with the Duchess, a Duke was your Cousin Germane, removed: Say you were lineally Descended from King Pippin, or he himself, What of this? search the heads of the greatest rivers in The World, you shall find them but bubbles of water: Some would think the souls of Princes were brought Forth by some more weighty cause, then those of meaner persons, They are deceived, there's the same hand to them: The Like passion sway them, the same reason, that makes A Vicar go to Law for a tithe-pig, And undo his neighbours, makes them spoil A whole Province, and batter down goodly Cities, with the Cannon. The Duchess used one, when she was great with child I fear to much. I have a present for your Grace. Apricots (Madam.) Good, her colour rises. Will not your Grace pare them? I know not: yet I wish your Grace had parde'em: I forgotten to tell you the knave Gardne , (Only to raise his profit by them the sooner) Did ripen them in horse-dung. It's a pretty Art: this grafting. To make a pippin grow upon a crab, A dampson on a black thorn: how greedily she eats them? A whirlwind strike off these bawd-farthingalls, For, but for that, and the loose-bodied gown, I should have discovered apparently The young spring-hall cutting a caper in her belly. Nay, you are too much swelled already. I am very sorry: So, so: ther's no question but her teatchiues And most vulturous eating of the Apricots, are apparent Signs of breeding, now? There was a young waiting-woman, had a monstrous de sire To see the Glass-house. And it was only to know what strange instrument it was, Should swell up a glass to the fashion of a woman's belly. Who I? no, only (by the way now and then) mention Your frailties. The Orrenge tree bear ripe and green Fruit and blossoms altogether: And some of you give entertainment For pure love: but more, for more precious reward. The lusty Spring smells well: but drooping Autumn tastes well: If we Have the same golden showers, that reigned in the time of Jupiter The Thunderer: you have the same Danes still, to hold up their Laps to receive them: didst thou never study the Mathematics ? Why, to know the trick how to make a many lines meet In one centre: Go go; give your foster-daughters good council Tell them, that the Devil takes delight to hang a woman's girdle; Like a false rusty watch that she cannot discern how The time passes. If that these Apricots should be poisoned, now; Without my knowledge. Hh, would, would. Gentleman o'th' Woodyard, where's your Swit zer now? Sure I did hear a woman shreike: list, hah? And the found came (if I received it right) From the Duchess lodgings: ther's some stratagem, In the con yning all our Courtiers To their several wards: I must have partly of it, My Intelligence will freize else: List again, It may be 'twas the mellencholly bird, (Best friend of silence, and of solitariness) The Oowle, that schream'd so: hah? Antonio ? Antonio ? Put not your face; nor body To such a forced expression of fear, I am Bosola ; your friend. From whence? Not I: did you? Let's walk towards it. Very likely: Me thinks it's very cold, and yet you sweat. You look wildly. Ah: and how falls your question? Do you ind it radical? In sooth I'll tell you: Now all the Court's asleep, I thought the Devil Had least to do here; I came to say my prayers, And if it do offend you, I do so, You are a fine Courtier. Poisoned? a spanish fig For the imputation. You are a false steward. May be the ruin will crush you to pieces. No (sir,) Copy it out: and I will set my hand to't. Antonio here about, did drop a Paper, Some of your help (falce-friend) o, here it is: What's here? a child's Nativity calculated? The Duchess was delivered of a Son, between the hours twelve, and one, in the night Anno Dom: 1504. (that's this year) decimo nono Decembris, (that's this night) taken according to the Meridian of Malfy (that's our Duchess: happy discovery) The Lord of the first house, being combust in the ascendant, signifies short life: and Mars being in a human igne, joined to the tail of the Dram gone, in the eight house, does threaten a violent death ; Caeteta non scrutantur. Why now it's most apparent: This precise fellow Is the Duchess Bawd: I have it to my wish: This is a parcel of Intelligency Our Courtiers were caside-vp for? It needs must follow, That I must be committed, on pretence Of poisoning her: which I'll endure, and laugh at: If one could find the father now: but that Time will discover; Old Castruchio I'th morning posts to Room; by him I'll send A Letter, that shall make her brother's Galls Overflow their Liuours, this was a thrifty way. Though Lust do masque in nea'r so strange disguise, She's oft found witty, but is never wise. (Sir) uncertainly, It's rumoured she hath had three bastards, but By whom, we may go read i'th' Stars. Yes, if we could find Spectacles to read them, I do suspect, there hath been some Sorcery Used on the Duchess. To make her dote on some desertles fellow, She shames to acknowledge. Most certainly. I have. What do you intend to do? No: I do not Think so. That you are Your own Chronicle too much: and grossly Flatter your self. The Duke your brother is taken up in a whirl wind Hath took horse, and's rid post to Room. He told me, (as he mounted into saddle,) You were undone. What's the matter? S ange: this is cunning: I shall. Exit. Here's and example, for extortion; what moisture, is drawn out of the Sea, when fowl weather comes, powers down, and runs into the Sea again. That these are Rogues; that in's prosperity, But to have waited on his fortune, could have wished His dutty Stirrup ri ted through their noses: And followed after's Mu e, Like a Bear in a Ring. Would have prostituted their daughters, to his Lust: Made their firstborn and Intelligencers: thought none happy But such as were born under his blessed Planet: And wore his Livery: and do these Lice drop off now? Well, never look to have the Like again; He hath left a sort of slattring rogues, behind him, Their doombe must follow: Princes pay flatterers, In their own money: Flatterers dissemble their vices, And they dissemble their lies, that's Justice: Alas, poor gentlemen, Sure he was too honest: Pluto the God of riches, When he's sent (by Jupiter ) to any man He goes limping, to signify that wealth That comes on god's name, comes slowly, but when he's sent One the devils errand, he rides post, and comes in by see ttles Let me show you, what a most un lued jewel, You have (in a wanton humour) thrown away, To bless the man shall find him: He was and excellent Courtier, and most faithful, a soldier, that thought it As beastly to know his own valve too little, As devilish to acknowledge it too much, Both his virtue, and form, deserved a far better fortune: His discourse rather delighted to judge it self, then show it self. His breast was filled with all perfection, And yet it seemed a private whispering room. It made so little noise of't. Will you make your self a mercenary herald, Rather to examine men's pedigrees, then virtues? You shall want him, For know and honest statesman to a Prince, Is Like a Cedar, planted by a Spring, The Spring baths the trees root, the grateful tree, Rewards it with his shadow: you have not done so, I would sooner swim to the Bermudas on two Politisians Rotten bladders, tide together with and Intelligence hart-string Then depend on so changeable a Princes favour. Fare-thee-well (Antonio) since the malice of the world Would needs down with thee, it cannot be said yet That any ill happened unto thee, considering thy all, Was accompanied with virtue. Say you? Do I not dream? can this ambitious age Have so much goodness in't, as to prefer A man, merely for worth: without these shadows Of wealth, and painted honours? possible? Fortunate Lady, For you have made your private nuptial bed The humble, and fair Seminary of peace, No question but: many and vnbenific'd Scholar Shall pray for you, for this deed, and rejoice That some preferment in the world can yet Arise from merit. The virgins of your land (That have no dowries) shall hope, your example Will raise them to rich husbands: Should you want Soldiers 'twould make the very Turks and Moors Turn Christians, and serve you for this act. Last, the neglected Poets of your time, (In honour of this trophy of a man, Raised by that curious engine, (your white hand) Shall thank you, in your graven for't; and make that More reverend then all the Cabinets Of living Princes: For Antonio His fame, shall likewise flow, from many a pen, When Heralds shall want coats, to fell to men. Oh the secret of my Prince. Which I will wear on th'in-side of my heart. So. Let me think: I would wish your Grace, to feign a Pilgrimage To our Lady of Loretto, (scarce seven leagues From fair Ancona ) so may you depart Your Country, with more honour, and your flight Will seem a Princely progress, retaining Your usual train about you. A Politician is the devils quilted anvell, He fashions all sins on him, and the blows Are never herd, he may work in a Ladies Chamber, (As here for proof) what rests, but I reveal All to my Lord? o, this base quality Of Intelligencer? why, every Quality i'th'world Prefers but gain, or commendation: Now for this act, I am certain to be raised, "And men that paint weeds, (to the life) are praised. Exit. I will. You are happily overtaken. Yes, from the Lord Ferdinand ; your brother, All love, and safety What do you believe? Will you reject that noble, and free league Of amity, and love which I present you? And what from you? And what of this. This proclaims your breeding. Every small thing, draws a base mind to fear: As the Adamant draws iron: fare you well sir, You shall shortly hear from's. Exit. You are, you must see your husband no more, Is that terrible? I would have you tell me Whither is that note worse, that frights the silly birds Out of the corn or that which does allure them To the nets? you have hearkened to the last too much. To one To your Palace. Your brother's mean you, safety, and pity. These are your children? Can they prattle? Fie (Madam) Forget this base, low-fellow. One of no Birth. A barren, beggarly virtue. Nobly: I'll describe her: She's sad, as one long used to't: and she seems Rather to welcome the end of misery Then shun it: a behaviour so noble, As gives a majesty to adversity: You may discern the shape of loveliness More perfect, in her tears, then in her smiles; She will muse four hours together: and her silence, (Me thinks) expresses more, then if she spoke. It's so: and this restraint (Like English Mastiffs, that grow fierce with tying) Makes her too passionately apprehend Those pleasures she's kept from. All comfort to your Grace; Your elder brother the Lord Ferdinand Is come to visit you: and sends you word Because once he rashly made a solemn vow Never to see you more; he comes i'th' night: And prays you (gently) neither Torch, nor Taper Shine in your Chamber: he will kiss your hand: And reconcile himself: but, for his vow, He dares not see you: Look you: here's the piece, from which 'twas to ' e; He does present you this sad spectacle, That now you know directly they are dead, Hereafter you may (wisely) cease to grieve For that which cannot be recovered. What's that? Come, you must live. Oh sye: despair? remember You are a Christian. Leave this vain sorrow; Things being at the worst, begin to mend: The Be when he hath shot his sting into your hand May then play with your eye-lyd. Come, be of comfort, I will save your life. Now, by my life, I pity you. O fie: O fearful: Look you, the Stars shine still: Fie Lady: Oh uncharitable: Why do you do this? In-faith, end here: And go no farther in your cruelty, Send her a penitential garment, to put on, Next to her delicate skin, and furnish her With beads, and prayer books. Must I see her again? Never. Never in mine own shape, That's forfeited, by my intelligence, And this last cruel lie: when you send me next, The business shall be comfort. I am come to make thy tomb. Yes, and the more dangerously, since thy sickness is insensible. Yes. Thou art a box of wormseed at best, but a salvatory Of green mummey: what's this flesh? a little cruded milk, Fantastical puff-paste: our bodies are weaker then those Paper prisons boys use to keep flies in: more contemptible: Since ours is to preserve earthworms: didst thou ever see A Lark in a cage? such is the soul in the body: this world Is Like her little turf of grass, and the Heaven over our heads, Like her looking glass, only gives us a miserable knowledge Of the small come sse of our prison. Thou art some great woman sure, for riot begins to fit on thy Forehead (clad in grey hairs) twenty years sooner, then on a Merry milk m ydes. Thou sleepest worse, then if a mouse Should be forced to take up her lodging in a cats ear: A little infant, that breeds it's teeth, should it lie with thee, would Cry out, as if thou Wertenberg the more unquiet bedfellow. That makes thy sleeps so broken: "Glories (Like glowworms) a far off, shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat, nor light. My trade is to flatter the dead, not the living I am a tomb-maker. Yes. Nay, resolve me first, of what fashion? Most ambitiously: Princes images on their tombs, Do not lie, as they were wont, seeming to pray, Up to heaven: but with their hands under their cheeks, (As if they died of the toothache) they are not carved With their eyes, fixed upon the stars; but as their Minds were wholly bent upon the world, The selfsame way they seem to turn their faces. Now, I shall, Here is a present from your Princely brother's, A Coffin, Cords, and a Bell. And may it arrive welcome, for it brings Last benefit, last sorrow. This is your last presence Chamber. I am the common Bellman, That usually is sent to condemned persons The night before they suffer: 'Twas to bring you By degree to mortification: Listen. Hark, now every thing is still, The Schritch-Owle, and the whistler shrill, Call upon our Dame, aloud, And bid her quickly done her shroud: Much you had of Land and rend, Your length in clay's now competent. A long war, disturbed your mind, Here your perfect peace is signed, Of what is't, fools make such vain keeping? Sin their conception, their birth, weeping: Their life, a general missed of error, Their death, a hideous storm of terror, Strew your hair, with powders sweet: Don clean linen, both your feet, And (the foul fiend more to check) A crucifix let bless your neck, It's now full tide, between night, and day, End your groan, and come away. Remove that noise. Strangling, here are your Executioners. Does not death fright you? Yet, me thinks, The manner of your death should much afflict you, This cord should terrify you? Where's the waiting woman? Fetch her: Some other strangle the children: Look you, there sleeps your mistress. Yes, and I am glad You are so well prepared for't. Come, dispatch her: You kept her counsel, now you shall keep ours. Delays: throttle-her. When. Why then, Your credit's saved: bear her in toth' next room: Let this lie still. She is what You'll'd have her: But here begin your pity, Shows the children strangled Alas, how have these offended? Fix your eye here: Do you not weep? Other sins, only speak; Murder shreikes out: The Element of water, moistens the Earth, But blood flies upwards, and bedews the Heavens. I think not so: her infelicity Seemed to have years too many. It seems she was born first: You have bloodily approved the ancient truth, That kindred commonly do worse ag ee Then remote strangers. Let me quicken your memory: for I perceive You are falling into ingratitude: I challenge The reward endue to my service. Do: H h? By your The Office of Justice is perverted quite When one Thief hangs another: who shall dare To reveal this: You; not I shall quake for't. I will first receive my Pension. When your Ingratitude Is Judge, I am so; Why fare thee well Your brother, and your self, are worthy men; You have a pair of hearts, are hollow Graves, Rotten, and rotting others: and your vengeance, (Like two-chain'd bullets) still goes arm in arm, You may be Brother's: for treason, Like the plague, Does take much in a blood: I stand Like one That long hath taken a sweet, and golden dream. I am angry with my self, now that I wake. Let me know Wherefore I should be thus neglected? sir, I served your tyranny: and rather strove, To satisfy your self, then all the world; And though I loathed the evil, yet I loved You that did council it: and rather sought To appear a true servant, then and honest man. He's much distracted: Off my painted honour, While with vain Hope's, our faculties we Tyre, We seem to sweat in ye, and freeze in fire; What would I do, we e this to do again? I would not change my peace of conscience For all the wealth of Europe: She stirs; here's life: Return (fair soul) from darkness, and led mine Out of this sensible Hell: She's warm, she breathes: Upon thy pale lips I will melt my heart To store them with fresh colour: who's there? Some cordial drink: Alas! I dare not call: So pity, would destroy pity: her Eye opens, And heaven in it, seems to open, (that late was shut) To take me up to merry. Yes (Madam) he is living, The dead bodies you saw, were but feigned statues; He's reconciled to your brother's: the Pope hath wrought The atonement. O, she's gone again: there the cords of life broke: O sacred Innocence, that sweetly sleeps On Turtles feathers: whilst a guilty conscience Is a black Register, wherein is writ All our good deeds, and bade: a Perspective That shows us hell; that we cannot be suffered To do good when we have a mind to it? This is manly sorrow: These tears, I am very certain, never grew In my Mother's Milk. My estate is sunk Below the degree of fear: where were These penitent fountains, while she was living? O, they were frozen up: here is a sighed As direful to my soul, as is the sword Unto a wretch hath slain his father: Come, I'll bear thee hence. And execute thy last will; that's deliver Thy body to the reverend dispose Of some good women: that the cruel tyrant Shall not deny me: Then I'll post to Milan, Where some what I will speedily enact Worth my dejection. Exit. Mercy upon me, what a fatal judgement Hath fallen upon this Ferdinand? Sir, I would speak with you. Any thing, Give it me in a breath, and let me sly to't: They that think long, small expedition win, For mu ng much o'th'end, cannot begin. But by what means shall I find him out? Well, I'll not freeze i'th'businesse, I would see that wretched thing, Antonio Above all sights i'th'world. This fellow does breed Bazalisques in's eyes, He's nothing else, but murder: yet he seems Not to have notice of the Duchess death: It's his cunning: I must follow his example, There cannot be a surer way to trace, Then that of and old Fox. How now? Treachery? Love powder? Sum e your Pistol holds Nothing but perfumes, or kissing comfits: excellent Lady, You have a pretty way on't to discover Your longing: Come, come, I'll disarm you, And arm you thus, yet this is wondrous strange. Know you me, I am a blunt soldier. And I want compliment. You are very fair. Your bright eyes Carry a Quiver of darts in them, sharper Then Sunbeam. I have it, I will work upon this Creature, Let us grow most amorously familiar: If the great Cardinal now should see me thus, Would he not count me a villain? O, you are and excellent Lady. I will, and if you love me, Fail not to effect it: The Cardinal is grown wondrous mell lancholly, Demand the cause, let him not put you off, With feigned excuse, discover the main ground on't. I have depended on him, And I hear that he is fallen in some disgrace With the Emperor, if he be, Like the mice That forsake falling houses, I would shift To other dependence. And I your loyal servant, But I cannot leave my calling. Will you do this? To morrow I'll expect th'intelligence. For pity sake, hold. O foolish woman, Couldst not thou have poisoned him? That I might find a great man, (Like your self,) Not out of his wits (as the Lord Ferdinand ) To remember my service. Make not your self such a promise of that life Which is not yours, to dispose of. Her lust, as she intended. And wherefore should you lay fair marble colours, Upon your rotten purposes to me? Unless you imitate some that do plot great Treasons, And when they have done, go hide themselves i'th' graves, Of those were Actors in't? Shall I go sue to fortune any longer? It's the fools Pilgrimage. There are a many ways that conduct to seeming Honour, and some of them very dirty ones. Yes. I think I shall Shortly grow the common Bear, for Churchyards? O, by no means, Physicians that apply horse-leiches to any rank swelling, Use to cut of their tails, that the blood may run through them The faster: Let me have no train, when I go to shed blood, Least it make me have a greater, when I ride to the Gallows. Where's Castruchio, her husband? Believe me, you have done a very happy turn. You shall find me ready. O poor Antonio, though nothing be so needful To thy estate, as pity, Yet I find Nothing so dangerous: I must look to my footing; In such slippery y e-pauements, men had need To be frost-nailed well: they may break their necks else. The President's here afore me: how this man Bears up in blood? seems fearless? why, it's well: Security some men call the Subut S of Hell, Only a dead wall between. Well (good Antonio ) I'll seek thee out; and all my care shall be To put thee into safety from the reach Of these most cruel biters, that have God Some of thy blood already. It may be, I'll join with thee, in a most joust revenge. The weakest Arm is strong enough, that strikes With the sword of Justice: Still me thinks the Duchess Haunts me: there, there it's nothing but my melancholy. Oh Penitence, let me truly taste thy Cup. That throws men down, only to raise them up. Exit. Hah? 'twas the Cardinals voice: I herd him name, Bosola, and my death: listen, I hear ones footing. Nay then I see, I must stand upon my Guard. My death is plotted; here's the consequence of murder. "We valve not desert, nor Christian breath, When we know black deeds, must be cured with death. Fallen right my sword: I'll not give thee so much leisure, as to pray. What art thou? Smother thy pity, thou art dead else: Antonio ? The man I would have saved above mine own life? We are merely the Stars tennys-balls (struck, and banded Which way please them) o good Antonio, I'll whisper one thing in thy dying ear, Shall make thy heart break quickly: Thy fair Duchess And two sweet Children. Are murdered! Break heart: Thou seemest to have loved Antonio ? I do not ask thee that: Take him up, if thou tender thine own life, And bear him, where the Lady Julia Was wont to lodge: O, my fate moves swift. I have this Cardinal, in the forge already, Now I'll bring him to hammer (Oh direful misprision:) I will not Imitate things glorious, No more then base: I'll be mine own example. On, on: and look thou represent, for silence, The thing thou bearest. Exeunt. Thus it lightens into Actium: I am come to kill thee. Thou art deceived: They are out of thy howling. Thy prayers, and proffers Are both unseasonable. I have confined your flight: I'll suffer your retreyt to Julia's Chamber, But no further. There's for you first: because you shall not vnbarracade the door To let in rescue. He kills the Servant. Look there: Slain by my hand unwittingly: Pray, and be sudden: when thou killedst thy sister, Thou tookest from Justice her most equal b ce, And left her nought but her sword. Now it seems thy Greatness was only outward: For thou fallest faster of thy self, then calamity Can driven thee: I'll not wast longer time: There Again: Now my revenge is perfect: sink (thou main cause Of my undoing) the last partly of my life, Hath done me best service. He kills Ferdinand. He seems to come to himself, now he's so near the bottom Yes, I hold my weary soul, in my teeth, It's ready to partly from me: I do glory That thou, which stoodst Like a huge Pyramid's Begun upon a large, and ample base, Shalt end in a little point a kind of nothing. Revenge, for the Duchess of Malfy, murdered By the Aragonian brothers: for Antonio, Slain by his hand: for lustful Julia, Poisoned by this man: and lastly, for my self, (That was and Actor in the main of all, Much against mine own good nature, yet i'th'end Neglected.) In a missed: I know not how, Such a mistake, as I have often seen In a play: O, I am gone, We are only Like dead walls, or vaulted graves, That ruined, yields no echo: Fare you well, It may be pain: but no harm to me to die, In so good a quarrel: O this gloomy world, In what a shadow, or deep pit of darkness, Does (womanish, and fearful) mankind live? Let worthy minds, never stag in distrust To suffer death, or shame for what is joust, Mine is and other voyage.