Bos. You shall find me ready. Exit CARDINAL. poor Antonio, though nothing be so needful To thy estate as pity, yet I find Nothing so dangerous! I must look to my footing: 345 In such slippery ice-pavements men had need To be frost-nail'd well, they may break their necks else; The precedent's here afore me. How this man Bears up in blood! seems fearless! Why, 't is well: 350 $55 Security some men call the suburbs of hell, Haunts me there, there!-'Tis nothing but my melancholy. 300 O Penitence, let me truly taste thy cup, SCENE III.2 Exit. [Enter] ANTONIO and DELIO. ECHO (from the DUCHESS's Grave). Delio. Yond 's the cardinal's window. This fortification Grew from the ruins of an ancient abbey; Ant. 19 1 Smoke. 2 A fortification. Yet in our noble suff'rings she hath none. Contempt of pain, that we may call our own. co Exeunt. SCENE IV.1 [Enter] CARDINAL, PESCARA, MALATESTI, RODERIGO, and GRISOLAN. Card. You shall not watch to-night by the sick prince; His grace is very well recover'd. Card. Pes. So, sir; we shall not. Nay, I must have you promise 11 Card. It may be, to make trial of your pro mise, Bos. Ha! 't was the cardinal's voice; I heard him name Bosola and my death. Listen; I hear one's footing. [Enter FERDINAND.] 35 dark; the cardinal would not for a thousand [40 pounds the doctor should see it. Exit. Bos. My death is plotted; here's the consequence of murder. We value not desert nor Christian breath, When we know black deeds must be cur'd with death. [Enter ANTONIO and Servant.] Serv. Here stay, sir, and be confident, I pray; I'll fetch you a dark lantern. Ant. Could I take him at his prayers, There were hope of pardon. Bos. Fall right, my sword! Exit. 46 [Stabs him.] I'll not give thee so much leisure as to pray. 50 Ant. Ö, I am gone! Thou hast ended a long suit In a minute. Bos. Ant. What art thou? A most wretched thing, That only have thy benefit in death, To appear myself. [Re-enter Servant with a lantern.] Serv. Where are you, sir? Ant. Very near my home. - Bosola! Bos. Smother thy pity, thou art dead else. Antonio! Card. Hold; and I will faithfully divide Revenues with thee. Are both unseasonable. Card. We are betray'd! Bos. Raise the watch ! 15 I'll suffer your retreat to Julia 's chamber, But no further. Card. I have confin'd your flight: Help! we are betray'd ! [Enter, above, PESCARA, MALATESTI, RODERIGO, and GRISOLAN.] Mal. Listen. Card. My dukedom for rescue! Rod. Fie upon his counterfeiting! Mal. Why, 't is not the cardinal. Rod. Yes, yes, 't is he: But, I'll see him hang'd ere I'll go down to him. Card. Here's a plot upon me; I am as saulted! I am lost, Unless some rescue! Gris. 25 He doth this pretty well; But it will not serve to laugh me out of mine honour. Ferd. Now you 're brave fellows. Caesar's fortune was harder than Pompey's; Caesar died in the arms of prosperity, Pompey at the [co feet of disgrace. You both died in the field. The pain 's nothing; pain many times is taken away with the apprehension of greater, as the tooth-ache with the sight of a barber that comes to pull it out. There's philosophy for you. Bos. Now my revenge is perfect. - Sink, thou main cause Kills FERDINAND. Of my undoing! - The last part of my life Hath done me best service. 65 sad disaster! How comes this? Bos. Revenge for the Duchess of Malfi murdered By th' Arragonian brethren; for Antonio Much 'gainst mine own good nature, yet i' th' end Neglected. Pes. How now, my lord! Look to my brother: He gave us these large wounds, as we were struggling Here i'th rushes. And now, I pray, let me Be laid by and never thought of. 91 [Dies.] Pes. How fatally, it seems, he did withstand His own rescue! Mal. Thou wretched thing of blood, 95 99 We are only like dead walls or vaulted graves, [Dies.] Pes. The noble Delio, as I came to th' palace, Told me of Antonio's being here, and show'd 115 Of this great ruin; and join all our force things Leave no more fame behind 'em, than should one Fall in a frost, and leave his print in snow; Integrity of life is fame's best friend, Enter WITGOOD, a gentleman, solus. Wit. All's gone! still thou 'rt a gentleman, that's all; but a poor one, that's nothing. What milk brings thy meadows forth now? Where are thy goodly uplands, and thy downlands? All sunk into that little pit, lechery. [5 Why should a gallant pay but two shillings for his ordinary that nourishes him, and twenty times two for his brothel that consumes him? But where's Longacre ?2 In my uncle's conscience, which is three years' voyage about: [10 he that sets out upon his conscience ne'er finds the way home again; he is either swallowed in the quicksands of law-quillets, or splits upon the piles of a praemunire; yet these old foxbrain'd and ox-brow'd uncles have still de- [15 fences for their avarice, and apologies for their practices, and will thus greet our follies: He that doth his youth expose 20 and that's his uncle; 't is a principle in usury. I dare not visit the city: there I should be too soon visited by that horrible plague, my debts; and by that means I lose a virgin's love, her [25 portion, and her virtues. Well, how should a 1 A street in a country town. man live now that has no living? Hum, - why, are there not a million of men in the world that only sojourn upon their brain, and make their wits their mercers; and am I but one amongst that million, and cannot thrive upon 't? Any [s trick, out of the compass of law, now would come happily to me. |