CARIOLA

So. You enforce your merit to-much. Would you could become honest, Be sure you entertain that Bosola For your Intelligence: I would not be seen in't. And therefore many times I have slighted him, When he did court our furtherance: as this Morning. Whither the spirit of greatness, or of woman Reign most in her, I know not, but it shows A fearful madness, I owe her much of pity. Ex . Let him enter, i'll withdraw. Exit. Say you? What's the progedy? Speak lower. Thus Ignorance, when it hath purchased honour, It cannot wield it. My Lord, I lie with her often: and I know She'll much disquiet you: For she's the sprawlingst bedfellow. Sir, shall I ask you a question? Wherefore still when you lie with my Lady Do you rise so early? Never (my Lord.) This is a vain Poetry: but I pray you tell me, If there were proposed me, Wisdom, Riches, and Beauty, In three several young men, which should I choose? What is't? Pray sir do: and when That you have cl ft my heart, you shall read there, Mine innocence: It's Bosola : In my opinion, She were better progress to the baths At Leuca, or go visit the Spaw In Germany, for (if you will believe me) I do not Like this jesting with religion, This feigned Pilgrimage. Look (Madam) what a troop of armed men Make towards us. Enter Bosola with a Guard. Let me but speak with the Duke: I'll discover Treason to his person. If you kill me now I am damned: I have not been at Confession This two years: I am quick with child. Who placed thee here. You must attend my Lady, in the gallery, Some half and hour hence. He attends you: Sir, you are the happy father of a son, Your wife commends him to you. Both shall be safe: For I'll conceal this secret from the world As warily as those that trade in poison, Keep poison from their children. 1 line Of Madmen (Lady) which your Tyrant brother Hath placed about your lodging: This tyranny, I think was never practised till this hour. Oh it'll increase your melancholy. Yes, but you shall live To shake this durance off. Pray dry your eyes. What think you of Madam? Like a madman, with your eyes open? Yes, out of question. Like to your picture in the gallery, A deal of life in show, but none in practice: Or rather Like some reverend monument Whose ruins, are even pitied. Oh my sweet Lady. Hence villains, tyrants, murderers: alas! What will you do with my Lady? call for help. I will die with her. O you are damned Perpetually for this: My turn is next, Is't not so ordered? You are deceived Sir, I am not prepared for't, I will not die, I will first come to my answer; and know How I have offended. I will not die, I must not, I am contracted To a young Gentleman.