The shape of an old woman, which is given He hath grown worse and worse, and I much fear Bos. Sir, I would speak with you. PES. We'll leave your grace, Wishing to the sick prince, our noble lord, All health of mind and body. CARD. You are most welcome. [Exeunt Pescara, Malateste, and Doctor. Are you come? so.-This fellow must not know In our dutchess' death; for, though I counsell'd it, Like to an oft-dy'd garment: she shall now 66 * engagement] The 4to. of 1640, agreement." I'd make you what you would be. Give it met in a breath, and let me fly to't: JULIA. Sir, will you come in to supper? JULIA. What an excellent shape hath that fellow! [Exit. CARD. 'Tis thus. Antonio lurks here in Milan: Enquire him out, and kill him. While he lives, Our sister cannot marry, and I have thought Of an excellent match for her. Do this, and stile me Thy advancement. Bos. But by what means shall I find him out? Here in the camp, that hath been long approv'd But a school-name, for fashion of the world What fellows haunt the Jews, for taking up Bos. Well, I'll not freeze i'th' business: CARD. Do, and be happy. [Exit. Bos. This fellow doth breed basilisks in's eyes, He's nothing else but murder; yet he seems Not to have notice of the dutchess' death. "Tis his cunning: I must follow his example; There cannot be a surer way to trace Than that of an old fox. Enter JULIA. JULIA. So, sir, you are well met. Bos. How now? JULIA. Nay, the doors are fast enough: Now, sir, I will make you confess your treachery. Bos. Treachery! JULIA. Yes, confess to me Which of my women 'twas you hir'd to put Love-powder into my drink? Bos. Love-powder! JULIA. Yes, when I was at Malfi. Why should I fall in love with such a face else? bought] The 4tos. " brought." The only remedy to do me good, Is to kill my longing. Bos. Sure your pistol holds Nothing but perfumes, or kissing-comfits.* You have a pretty way on't to discover Your longing. Come, come, I'll disarm you, Now you'll say I am wanton this nice modesty in ladies, That haunts them. Bos. Know you me, I am a blunt soldier. Sure, there wants fire, where there are no lively sparks Of roughness. Bos. And I want compliment. JULIA. Why, ignorance In courtship cannot make you do amiss, If you have a heart to do well. Bos. You are very fair. JULIA. Nay, if you lay beauty to my charge, I must plead unguilty. Bos. Your bright eyes Carry a quiver of darts in them, sharper * kissing-comfits] i. e. perfumed sugar-plums, to sweeten the breath. Than sun-beams. JULIA. You will mar me with commendation, Put yourself to the charge of courting me, Whereas now I woo you. Bos. I have it, I will work upon this creature.— Let us grow most amorously familiar: If the great cardinal now should see me thus, JULIA. No, he might count me a wanton, For if I see, and steal a diamond, The fault is not i'th' stone, but in me the thief We that are great women of pleasure, use to cut off And in an instant join the sweet delight And the pretty excuse together. Had you been i'th' street, Under my chamber window, even there* I should have courted you. Bos. O, you are an excellent lady! JULIA. Bid me do somewhat for you presently, The cardinal is grown wondrous melancholy: * Under my chamber window, even there] This line is found only in the 4to. of 1623. |