I brought him hether To haue reconcil'd him to the Cardinall Bos. I doe not aske thee that Take him vp if thou tender thine owne life And beare him where the Lady Iulia Was wont to lodge Oh my fate moues swift I haue this Cardinall in the forge already Now I 'll bring him to th' hammer O direfull misprision I will not Imitate things glorious No more then base I 'll be mine owne example On on and looke thou represent for silence The thing thou bear'st Exeunt SCENA V. Cardinall with a Booke Bosola Pescara Malateste Rodorigo Ferdinand Delio Seruant with Antonio's body Card. I am puzzell'd in a question about hell He saies in hell there 's one materiall fire And yet it shall not burne all men alike Lay him by How tedious is a guilty conscience When I looke into the Fish-ponds in my Garden Me thinkes I see a thing arm'd with a Rake That seemes to strike at me Now art thou come thou look'st ghastly There sits in thy face some great determination Mix'd with some feare Bos. Thus it lightens into Action I am come to kill thee Card. Hah helpe our Guard Bos. Thou art deceiu'd They are out of thy howling Card. Hold and I will faithfully deuide Reuenewes with thee Bos. Thy prayers and proffers Are both vnseasonable Card. Raise the Watch we are betraid Bos. I haue confinde your flight I 'll suffer your retreyt to Iulias Chamber But no further Card. Helpe we are betraid Mal. Listen Card. My Dukedome for rescew Rod. Fye vpon his counterfeyting Mal. Why 't is nor the Cardinall Rod. Yes yes 't is he But I 'll see him hang'd ere I 'll goe downe to him Card. Here 's a plot vpon me I am assaulted I am lost Vnlesse some rescew Gris. He doth this pretty well But it will not serue to laugh me out of mine honour Card. The sword 's at my throat Rod. You would not bawle so lowd then Mal. Come come lets 's goe to bed he told vs thus much afore-hand Pesc. He wish'd you should not come at him but beleeu 't The accent of the voyce sounds not in iest I 'll downe to him howsoeuer and with engines Force ope the doores Rod. Let 's follow him aloofe And note how the Cardinall will laugh at him Bos. There 's for you first 'cause you shall not vnbarracade the doore To let in rescew He kills the Seruant Card. What cause hast thou to pursue my life Bos. Looke there Card. Antonio Bos. Slaine by my hand vnwittingly Pray and be sudden when thou kill'dst thy sister Thou tookst from Iustice her most equall balance And left her naught but her sword Card. O mercy Bos. Now it seemes thy Greatnes was onely outward For thou fall'st faster of thy selfe then calamitie Can driue thee I 'll not wast longer time There Card. Thou hast hurt me Bos. Againe Card. Shall I die like a Leuoret Without any resistance helpe helpe helpe I am slaine Ferd. Th' allarum giue me a fresh horse Rally the vaunt-guard or the day is lost Yeeld yeeld I giue you the honour of Armes Shake my Sword ouer you will you yeilde Card. Helpe me I am your brother Ferd. The diuell My brother fight vpon the aduerse party He wounds the Cardinall and in the scuffle giues Bosola his death wound There flies your ransome Card. Oh Iustice I suffer now for what hath former bin Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin Ferd. Now you 're braue followes Caesars Fortune was harder then Pompeys Caesar died in the armes of prosperity Pompey at the feete of disgrace you both died in the field The paine 's nothing paine many times is taken away with The apprehension of greater as the tooth-ache with the sight Of a Barbor that comes to pull it out there 's Philosophy for you Bos. Now my reuenge is perfect sinke thou maine cause Of my vndoing the last part of my life Hath done me best seruice He kills Ferdinand Ferd. Giue me some wet hay I am broken winded I do account this world but a dog-kennell I will vault credit and affect high pleasures Beyond death Bos. He seemes to come to himselfe now he 's so neere the bottom Ferd. My sister oh my sister there 's the cause on 't Whether we fall by ambition blood or lust Like Diamonds we are cut with our owne dust Card. Thou hast thy payment too Bos. Yes I hold my weary soule in my teeth 'T is ready to part from me I do glory That thou which stood'st like a huge Piramid Begun vpon a large and ample base Shalt end in a little point a kind of nothing Pes. How now my Lord Mal. Oh sad disastre Rod. How comes this Bos. Reuenge for the Duchesse of Malfy murdered By th' Aragonian brethren for Antonio Slaine by his hand for lustfull Iulia Poyson'd by this man and lastly for my selfe That was an Actor in the maine of all Much 'gainst mine owne good nature yet i' th' end Neglected Pes. How now my Lord Card. Looke to my brother He gaue vs these large wounds as we were strugling Here i' th' rushes And now I pray let me Be layd by and neuer thought of Pes. How fatally it seemes he did withstand His owne rescew Mal. Thou wretched thing of blood How came Antonio by his death Bos. In a mist I know not how Such a mistake as I haue often seene In a play Oh I am gone We are onely like dead wals or vaulted graues That ruin'd yeildes no eccho Fare you well It may be paine but no harme to me to die In so good a quarrell Oh this gloomy world In what a shadow or deepe pit of darknesse Doth womanish and fearefull mankind liue Let worthy mindes nere stagger in distrust To suffer death or shame for what is iust Mine is an other voyage Pes. The noble Delio as I came to th' Pallace Told me of Antonio's being here and shew'd me A pritty gentlemen his sonne and heire Mal. Oh Sir you come to late Del. I heard so and Was arm'd for 't ere I came Let vs make noble vse Of this great ruine and ioyne all our force To establish this yong hopefull Gentleman In 's mothers right These wretched eminent things Leaue no more fame behind 'em then should one Fall in a frost and leaue his print in snow As soone as the sun shines it euer melts Both forme and matter I haue euer thought Nature doth nothing so great for great men As when she 's pleas'd to make them Lords of truth Integrity of life is fames best friend Which noblely beyond Death shall crowne the end Exeunt FINIS The Author disclaimes this Ditty to be his
salutations Or how do you she employ'd him in each morning A Farmer too an excellent knaue in graine Mad 'cause he was hindred transportation And let one Broaker that 's mad loose to these Youl 'd thinke the diuell were among them Duch. Sit Cariola let them loose when you please For I am chain'd to endure all your tyranny Here by a Mad-man this song is sung to a dismall kind of Musique O let vs howle some heauy note some deadly-dogged howle Sounding as from the threatning throat of beastes and fatall fowle As Rauens Schrich-owles Bulls and Beares We 'll bill and bawle our parts Till yerk some noyce haue cloy'd your eares and corasiu'd your hearts At last when as our quire wants breath our bodies being blest We 'll sing like Swans to welcome death and die in loue and rest 1. Mad-man Doomes-day not come yet I 'll draw it neerer by a perspectiue or make a glasse that shall set all the world on fire vpon an instant I cannot sleepe my pillow is stuff't with a littour of Porcupines 2. Mad. Hell is a meere glasse-house where the diuells are continually blowing vp womens soules on hollow yrons and the fire neuer goes out 3. Mad. I will lie with euery woman in my parish the tenth night I will tithe them ouer like hay-cockes 4. Mad. Shall my Pothecary out-go me because I am a Cuck-old I haue found out his roguery he makes allom Of his wiues vrin and sells it to Puritaines that haue sore Throates with ouer-strayning 1. Mad. I haue skill in Harroldry 2. Hast 1. You do giue for your creast a wood-cockes head with the Braines pickt out on 't you are a very ancient Gentleman 3. Greeke is turn'd Turke we are onely to be sau'd by the Heluetian translation 1. Come on Sir I will lay the law to you 2. Oh rather lay a coraziue the law will eate to the bone 3. He that drinkes but to satisfie nature is damn'd 4. If I had my glasse here I would shew a sight should make All the women here call me mad Doctor 1. What 's he a rope-maker 2. No no no a snufling knaue that while he shewes the Tombes will haue his hand in a wenches placket 3. Woe to the Caroach that brought home my wife from The Masque at three a clocke in the morning it had a large Feather-bed in it 4. I haue paired the diuells nayles forty times roasted them In Rauens egges and cur'd agues with them 3. Get me three hundred milch bats to make possets To procure sleepe 4. All the Colledge may throw their caps at me I haue made a Soape-boyler costiue it was my master-peece Here the Daunce consisting of 8. Mad-men with musicke answerable there unto after which Bosola like an old man enters Duch. Is he mad to Ser. 'Pray question him I 'll leaue you Bos. I am come to make thy tombe Duch. Hah my tombe Thou speak'st as if I lay vpon my death bed Gasping for breath do'st thou perceiue me sicke Bos. Yes and the more dangerously since thy sicknesse is insensible Duch. Thou art not mad sure do'st know me Bos. Yes Duch. Who am I Bos. Thou art a box of worme-seede at best but a saluatory Of greene mummey what 's this flesh a little curded milke Phantasticall puffe-paste our bodies are weaker then those Paper prisons boyes vse to keepe flies in more contemptible Since ours is to preserue earth-wormes didst thou euer see A Larke in a cage such is the soule in the body this world Is like her little turfe of grasse and the Heauen ore our heades Like her looking glasse onely giues vs a miserable knowledge Of the small compasse of our prison Duch. Am not I thy Duchesse Bos. Thou art some great woman sure for riot begins to sit on thy Fore-head clad in gray haires twenty yeares sooner then on a Merry milke maydes Thou sleep'st worse then if a mouse Should be forc'd to take vp her lodging in a cats eare A little infant that breedes it's teeth should it lie with thee would Crie out as if thou wert the more vnquiet bed-fellow Duch. I am Duchesse of Malfy still Bos. That makes thy sleepes so broken Glories like glowe-wormes a farre off shine bright But look'd to neere haue neither heate nor light Duch. Thou art very plaine Bos. My trade is to flatter the dead not the liuing I am a tombe-maker Duch. And thou com'st to make my tombe Bos. Yes Duch. Let me be a little merry Of what stuffe wilt thou make it Bos. Nay resolue me first of what fashion Duch. Why do we grow phantasticall in our death-bed Do we affect fashion in the graue Bos. Most ambitiously Princes images on their tombes Do not lie as they were wont seeming to pray Vp to heauen but with their hands vnder their cheekes As if they died of the tooth-ache they are not carued With their eies fix'd vpon the starres but as their Mindes were wholy bent vpon the world The selfe-same way they seeme to turne their faces Duch. Let me know fully therefore the effect Of this thy dismall preparation This talke fit for a charnell Bos. Now I shall Here is a present from your Princely brothers A Coffin Cords and a Bell And may it arriue wel-come for it brings Last benefit last sorrow Duch. Let me see it I haue so much obedience in my blood I wish it in ther veines to do them good Bos. This is your last presence Chamber Cari. O my sweete Lady Duch. Peace it affrights not me Bos. I am the common Bell-man That vsually is sent to condemn'd persons The night before they suffer Duch Euen now thou said'st Thou wast a tombe-maker Bos. 'T was to bring you By degrees to mortification Listen Hearke now euery thing is still The Schritch-Owle and the whistler shrill Call vpon our Dame aloud And bid her quickly don her shrowd Much you had of Land and rent Your length in clay 's now competent A long war disturb'd your minde Here your perfect peace is sign'd Of what is 't fooles make such vaine keeping Sin their conception their birth weeping Their life a generall mist of error Their death a hideous storme of terror Strew your haire with powders sweete D'on cleane linen bath your feete And the foule feend more to checke A crucifixe let blesse your necke 'T is now full tide 'tweene night and day End your groane and come away Cari. Hence villaines tyrants murderers alas What will you do with my Lady call for helpe Duch. To whom to our next neighbours they are mad-folkes Bos. Remooue that noyse Duch. Farwell Cariola In my last will I haue not much to giue A many hungry guests haue fed vpon me Thine will be a poore reuersion Cari. I will die with her Duch. I pray-thee looke thou giu'st my little boy Some sirrop for his cold and let the girle Say her prayers ere she sleepe Now what you please What death Bos. Strangling here are your Executioners Duch. I forgiue them
seeke thee out and all my care shall be To put thee into safety from the reach Of these most cruell biters that haue got Some of thy blood already It may be I 'll ioyne with thee in a most iust reuenge The weakest Arme is strong enough that strikes With the sword of Iustice Still me thinkes the Dutchesse Haunts me there there 't is nothing but my mellancholy O Penitence let me truely tast thy Cup That throwes men downe onely to raise them vp Exit SCENA III Antonio Delio Eccho from the Dutchesse Graue Del. Yond 's the Cardinall's window This fortification Grew from the ruines of an auncient Abbey And to yond side o' th' riuer lies a wall Peece of a Cloyster which in my opinion Giues the best Eccho that you euer heard So hollow and so dismall and withall So plaine in the destinction of our words That many haue supposde it is a Spirit That answeres Ant. I doe loue these auncient ruynes We neuer tread vpon them but we set Our foote vpon some reuerend History And questionles here in this open Court Which now lies naked to the iniuries Of stormy weather some men lye Enterr'd Lou'd the Church so well and gaue so largely to 't They thought it should haue canopide their Bones Till Doombes-day But all things haue their end Churches and Citties which haue diseases like to men Must haue like death that we haue Eccho Like death that we haue Del. Now the Eccho hath caught you Ant. It groan'd me thought and gaue A very deadly Accent Eccho Deadly Accent Del. I told you 't was a pretty one You may make it A Huntes-man or a Faulconer a Musitian Or a Thing of Sorrow Eccho A Thing of Sorrow Ant. I surâ—â— that suites it best Eccho That suites it best Ant. 'T is very like my wiues voyce Eccho I wifes-voyce Del. Come let 's vs walke farther from 't I Would not haue you go toth ' Cardinalls to night Doe not Eccho Doe not Del. Wisdome doth not more moderate wasting Sorrow Then time take time for 't be mindfull of thy safety Eccho Be mindfull of thy safety Ant. Necessitie compells me Make scruteny throughout the passes Of your owne life you 'll find it impossible To flye your fate O flye your fate Del. Harke the dead stones seeme to haue pitty on you And giue you good counsell Ant. Eccho I will not talke with thee For thou art a dead Thing Eccho Thou art a dead Thing Ant. My Dutchesse is asleepe now And her litle-Ones I hope sweetly oh Heauen Shall I neuer see her more Eccho Neuer see her more Ant. I mark'd not one repetition of the Eccho But that and on the sudden a cleare light Presented me a face folded in sorrow Del. Your fancy meerely Ant. Come I 'll be out of this Ague For to liue thus is not indeed to liue It is a mockery and abase of life I will not henceforth saue my selfe by halues Loose all or nothing Del. Your owne vertue saue you I 'll fetch your eldest sonne and second you It may be that the sight of his owne blood Spred in so sweet a figure may beget The more compassion How euer fare you well Though in our miseries Fortune haue a part Yet in our noble suffrings she hath none Contempt of paine that we may call our owne Exe. SCENA IIII Cardinall Pescara Malateste Rodorigo Grisolan Bosola Ferdinand Antonio Seruant Card. You shall not watch to night by the sicke Prince His Grace is very well recouer'd Mal. Good my Lord suffer vs Card. Oh by no meanes The noyce and change of obiect in his eye Doth more distract him I pray all to bed And though you heare him in his violent fit Do not rise I intreate you Pes. So sir we shall not Card. Nay I must haue you promise Vpon your honors for I was enioyn'd to 't By himselfe and he seem'd to vrge it sencibly Pes. Let out honors bind this trifle Card. Nor any of your followers Mal. Neither Card. It may be to make triall of your promise When he 's a sleepe my selfe will rise and faigne Some of his mad trickes and crie out for helpe And faigne my selfe in danger Mal. If your throate were cutting I 'll'd not come at you now I haue protested against it Card. Why I thanke you Gris. 'T was a foule storme to night Rod. The Lord Ferdinand's chamber shooke like an Ozier Mal. 'T was nothing but pure kindnesse in the Diuell To rocke his owne child Exeunt Card. The reason why I would not suffer these About my brother is because at midnight I may with better priuacy conuay Iulias body to her owne Lodging O my Conscience I would pray now but the Diuell takes away my heart For hauing any confidence in Praier About this houre I appointed Bosola To fetch the body when he hath seru'd my turne He dies Exit Bos. Hah 't was the Cardinalls voyce I heard him name Bosola and my death listen I heare ones footing Ferd. Strangling is a very quiet death Bos. Nay then I see I must stand vpon my Guard Ferd. What say to that whisper softly doe you agree to 't So it must be done i' th' darke the Cardinall Would not for a thousand pounds the Doctor should see it Exit Bos. My death is plotted here 's the consequence of murther We value not desert nor Christian breath When we know blacke deedes must be cur'de with death Ser. Here stay Sir and be confident I pray I 'll fetch you a darke Lanthorne Exit Ant. Could I take him at his prayers There were hope of pardon Bos. Fall right my sword I 'll not giue thee so much leysure as to pray Ant. Oh I am gone Thou hast ended a long suit In a mynut Bos. What art thou Ant. A most wretched thing That onely haue thy benefit in death To appeare my selfe Ser. Where are you Sir Ant. Very neere my home Bosola Ser. Oh misfortune Bos. Smother thy pitty thou art dead else Antonio The man I would haue sau'de 'boue mine owne life We are meerely the Starres tennys-balls strooke and banded Which way please them oh good Antonio I 'll whisper one thing in thy dying eare Shall make thy heart breake quickly Thy faire Dutchesse And two sweet Children Ant. Their very names Kindle a litle life in me Bos. Are murderd Ant. Some men haue wish'd to die At the hearing of sad tydings I am glad That I shall do 't in sadnes I would not now Wish my wounds balm'de nor heal'd for I haue no vse To put my life to In all our Quest of Greatnes Like wanton Boyes whose pastime is their care We follow after bubbles blowne in th' ayre Pleasure of life what is 't onely the good houres Of an Ague meerely a preparatiue to rest To endure vexation I doe not aske The processe of my death onely commend me To Delio Bos. Breake heart Ant. And let my Sonne flie the Courts of Princes Bos. Thou seem'st to haue lou'd Antonio Ser.
enough Exit Dutch What witch-craft doth he practise that he hath left A dead-mans hand here Here is discouer'd behind a Trauers the artificiall figures of Antonio and his children appearing as if they were dead Bos. Looke you here 's the peece from which 't was ta'ne He doth present you this sad spectacle That now you know directly they are dead Hereafter you may wisely cease to grieue For that which cannot be recouered Duch. There is not betweene heauen and earth one wish I stay for after this it wastes me more Then were 't my picture fashion'd out of wax Stucke with a magicall needle and then buried In some fowle dung-hill and yond 's an excellent property For a tyrant which I would account mercy Bos. What 's that Dutch If they would bind me to that liueles truncke And let me freeze to death Bos. Come you must liue Dutch That 's the greatest torture soules feele in hell In hell that they must liue and cannot die Portia I 'll new kindle thy Coales againe And reuiue the rare and almost dead example Of a louing wife Bos. O fye despaire remember You are a Christian Dutch The Church enioynes fasting I 'll starue my selfe to death Bos. Leaue this vaine sorrow Things being at the worst begin to mend The Bee when he hath shot his sting into your hand May then play with your eye-lyd Dutch Good comfortable fellow Perswade a wretch that 's broke vpon the wheele To haue all his bones new set entreate him liue To be executed againe who must dispatch me I account this world a tedious Theatre For I doe play a part in 't 'gainst my will Bos. Come be of comfort I will saue your life Dutch Indeed I haue not leysure to tend so small a busines Bos. Now by my life I pitty you Dutch Thou art a foole then To wast thy pitty on a thing so wretch'd As cannot pitty it I am full of daggers Puffe let me blow these vipers from one What are you Ser. One that wishes you long life Duch. I would thou wert hang'd for the horrible curse Thou hast giuen me I shall shortly grow one Of the miracles of pitty I 'll goe pray No I 'll goe curse Bos. Oh fye Dutch I could curse the Starres Bos. Oh fearefull Dutch And those three smyling seasons of the yeere Into a Russian winter nay the world To its first Chaos Bos. Looke you the Starres shine still Dutch Oh but you must remember my curse hath a great way to goe Plagues that make lanes through largest families Consume them Bos. Fye Lady Dutch Let them like tyrants Neuer be remembred but for the ill they haue done Let all the zealous prayers of mortefied Church-men forget them Bos. O vncharitable Dutch Let heauen a little while cease crowning Martirs To punish them Goe howle them this and say I long to bleed It is some mercy when men kill with speed Exit Ferd. Excellent as I would wish she 's plagu'd in Art These presentations are but fram'd in wax By the curious Master in that Qualitie Vincentio Lauriola and she takes them For true substantiall Bodies Bos. Why doe you doe this Ferd. To bring her to despaire Bos. 'Faith end here And go no farther in your cruelty Send her a penetentiall garment to put on Next to her delicate skinne and furnish her With beades and prayer bookes Ferd. Damne her that body of hers While that my blood ran pure in 't was more worth Then that which thou wouldst comfort call'd a soule I will send her masques of common Curtizans Haue her meate seru'd vp by baudes and ruffians And 'cause she 'll needes be mad I am resolu'd To remoue forth the common Hospitall All the mad-folke and place them neere her lodging There let them practise together sing and daunce And act their gambols to the full o' th' moone If she can sleepe the better for it let her Your worke is almost ended Bos. Must I see her againe Ferd. Yes Bos. Neuer Ferd. You must Bos. Neuer in mine owne shape That 's forfeited by my intelligence And this last cruell lie when you send me next The businesse shal be comfort Ferd. Very likely Thy pity is nothing of kin to thee Antonio Lurkes about Millaine thou shalt shortly thither To feede a fire as great as my reuenge Which neu'r will slacke till it haue spent his fuell Intemperate agues make Physitians cruell Exeunt SCENA II. Duchesse Cariola Seruant Mad-men Bosola Executioners Ferdinand Duch. What hideous noyse was that Cari Of Mad-men Lady which your Tyrant brother Hath plac'd about your lodging This tyranny I thinke was neuer practis'd till this howre Duch. Indeed I thanke him nothing but noyce and folly Can keepe me in my right wits whereas reason And silence make me starke mad Sit downe Discourse to me some dismall Tragedy Cari. O 't will encrease your mellancholly Duch. Thou art deceiu'd To heare of greater griefe would lessen mine This is a prison Cari. Yes but you shall liue To shake this durance off Duch. Thou art a foole The Robin red-brest and the Nightingale Neuer liue long in cages Cari. Pray drie your eyes What thinke you of Madam Duch. Of nothing When I muse thus I sleepe Cari. Like a mad-man with your eyes open Duch. Do'st thou thinke we shall know one an other In th' other world Cari. Yes out of question Duch. O that it were possible we might But hold some two dayes conference with the dead From them I should learne somewhat I am sure I neuer shall know here I 'll tell thee a miracle I am not mad yet to my cause of sorrow Th' heauen ore my head seemes made of molton brasse The earth of flaming sulphure yet I am not mad I am acquainted with sad misery As the tan'd galley-slaue is with his Oare Necessity makes me suffer constantly And custome makes it easie who do I looke like now Cari. Like to your picture in the gallery A deale of life in shew but none in practise Or rather like some reuerend monument Whose ruines are euen pittied Duch. Very proper And Fortune seemes onely to haue her eie-sight To behold my Tragedy How now What noyce is that Seruant I am come to tell you Your brother hath entended you some sport A great Physitian when the Pope was sicke Of a deepe mellancholly presented him With seuerall sorts of mad-men which wilde obiect Being full of change and sport forc'd him to laugh And so th' impost-hume broke the selfe same cure The Duke intends on you Duch. Let them come in Ser. There 's a mad Lawyer and a secular Priest A Doctor that hath forfeited his wits By iealousie an Astrologian That in his workes sayd such a day o' th moneth Should be the day of doome and fayling of 't Ran mad an English Taylor crais'd i' th' braine With the studdy of new fashion a gentleman vsher Quite beside himselfe with care to keepe in minde The number of his Ladies
haue courted you Bos. Oh you are an excellent Lady Iul. Bid me do somewhat for you presently To expresse I loue you Bos. I will and if you loue me Faile not to effect it The Cardinall is growne wondrous mellancholly Demand the cause let him not put you off With faign'd excuse discouer the maine ground on 't Iul. Why would you know this Bos. I haue depended on him And I heare that he is falne in some disgrace With the Emperour if he be like the mice That forsake falling houses I would shift To other dependance Iul. You shall not neede follow the warres I 'll be your maintenance Bos. And I your loyall seruant But I cannot leaue my calling Iul. Not leaue an Vngratefull Generall for the loue of a sweete Lady You are like some cannot sleepe in feather-beds But must haue blockes for their pillowes Bos. Will you do this Iul. Cunningly Bos. To morrow I 'll expect th' intelligence Iul. To morrow get you into my Cabinet You shall haue it with you do not delay me No more then I do you I am like one That is condemn'd I haue my pardon promis'd But I would see it seal'd Go get you in You shall see me winde my tongue about his heart Like a skeine of silke Card. Where are you Seru. Here Card. Let none vpon your liues Haue conference with the Prince Ferdinand Vnlesse I know it In this distraction He may reueale the murther Yond 's my lingring consumption I am weary of her and by any meanes Would be quit off Iul. How now my Lord What ailes you Card. Nothing Iul. Oh you are much alterd Come I must be your Secretary and remoue This lead from off your bosome what 's the matter Card. I may not tell you Iul. Are you so farre in loue with sorrow You cannot part with part of it or thinke you I cannot loue your grace when you are sad As well as merry or do you suspect I that haue bin a secret to your heart These many winters cannot be the same Vnto your tongue Card. Satisfie thy longing The onely way to make thee keepe my councell Is not to tell thee Iul. Tell your eccho this Or flatterers that like ecchoes still report What they heare though most imperfect and not me For if that you be true vnto your selfe I 'll know Card. Will you racke me Iul. No iudgement shall Draw it from you It is an equall fault To tell ones secrets vnto all or none Card. The first argues folly Iul. But the last tyranny Card. Very well why imagine I haue committed Some secret deed which I desire the world May neuer heare of Iul. Therefore may not I know it You haue conceal'd for me as great a sinne As adultery Sir neuer was occasion For perfect triall of my constancy Till now Sir I beseech you Card. You 'll repent it Iul. Neuer Card. It hurries thee to ruine I 'll not tell thee Be well aduis'd and thinke what danger 't is To receiue a Princes secrets they that do Had neede haue their breasts hoop'd with adamant To containe them I pray thee yet be satisfi'd Examine thine owne frailety 't is more easie To tie knots then vnloose them 't is a secret That like a lingring poyson may chance lie Spread in thy vaines and kill thee seauen yeare hence Iul. Now you dally with me Card. No more thou shalt know it By my appointment the great Duchesse of Malfy And two of her young children foure nights since Were strangled Iul. Oh heauen sir what haue you done Card. How now how setles this thinke you your Bosome will be a graue darke and obscure enough For such a secret Iul. You haue vndone your selfe sir Card. VVhy Iul. It lies not in me to conceale it Card. No come I will sweare you to 't vpon this booke Iul. Most religiously Card. Kisse it Now you shall neuer vtter it thy curiosity Hath vndone thee thou' rt poyson'd with that booke Because I knew thou couldst not keepe my councell I haue bound the to 't by death Bos. For pitty sake hold Card. Ha Bosola Iul. I forgiue you This equall peece of Iustice you haue done For I betraid your councell to that fellow He ouer heard it that was the cause I said It lay not in me to conceale it Bos. Oh foolish woman Couldst not thou haue poyson'd him Iul. 'T is weakenesse Too much to thinke what should haue bin done I go I know not whether Card. Wherefore com'st thou hither Bos. That I might finde a great man like your selfe Not out of his wits as the Lord Ferdinand To remember my seruice Card. I 'll haue thee hew'd in peeces Bos. Make not your selfe such a promise of that life Which is not yours to dispose of Car. Who plac'd thee here Bos. Her lust as she intended Card. Very well now you know me for your fellow murderer Bos. And wherefore should you lay faire marble colours Vpon your rotten purposes to me Vnlesse you imitate some that do plot great Treasons And when they haue done go hide themselues i' th' graues Of those were Actors in 't Card. No more There is a fortune attends thee Bos. Shall I go sue to fortune any longer 'T is the fooles Pilgrimage Card. I haue honors in store for thee Bos. There are a many wayes that conduct to seeming Honor and some of them very durty ones Card. Throw to the diuell Thy mellancholly the fire burnes well VVhat neede we keepe a stirring of 〈◊〉 and make A greater smoother thou wilt kill Antonio Bos. Yes Card. Take vp that body Bos. I thinke I shall Shortly grow the common Beare for Church-yards Card. I will allow thee some dozen of attendants To aide thee in the murther Bos. Oh by no meanes Phisitians that apply horse-leiches to any rancke swelling Vse to cut of their tailes that the blood may run through them The faster Let me haue no traine when I goe to shed blood Least it make me haue a greater when I ride to the Gallowes Card. Come to me after midnight to helpe to remoue that body To her owne Lodging I 'll giue out she dide o' th' Plague 'T will breed the lesse enquiry after her death Bos. Where 's Castruchio her husband Card. He's rod to Naples to take possession Of Antonio's Cittadell Bos. Beleeue me you haue done a very happy turne Card. Faile not to come There is the Master-key Of our Lodgings and by that you may conceiue What trust I plant in you Exit Bos. You shall find me ready Oh poore Antonio though nothing be so needfull To thy estate as pitty Yet I finde Nothing so dangerous I must looke to my footing In such slippery yce-pauements men had neede To be frost-nayld well they may breake their neckes else The President 's here afore me how this man Beares vp in blood seemes feareles why 't is well Securitie some men call the Suburbs of Hell Onely a dead wall betweene Well good Antonio I 'll