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With feign'd excuse; discover the main ground on't.
JULIA. Why would you know this ?
Bos. I have depended on him,
JULIA. You shall not need
Bos. And I your loyal servant; but I cannot
JULIA. Not leave an ungrateful
Bos. Will you do this?
cabinet; You shall have it with you. Do not delay me, No more than I do
I am like one
Card. Let none upon your lives have conference With the Prince Ferdinand, unless I know it :
In this distraction he
reveal The murder. Yond's my lingering consumption:
[Ereunt Servants. I am weary of her, and by any means Would be quit of.
Julia. How now, my lord, what ails you?
JULIA. O, you are much alter'd !
not tell you.
of it? or think you
CARD. Satisfy thy longing ;
Julia. Tell your echo this,
* The only way to make thee keep my counsel,
Is, not to tell thee] So Shakespeare, whom our author so frequently imitates;
" and for secrecy,
No lady closer; for I well believe
First part of Henry IV. Act II. Sc. 8.
What they hear though most imperfect, and not me;
CARD. The first argues folly.
CARD. Very well ; why, imagine I have committed
Julia. Therefore may not I know it?
CARD. It hurries thee to ruin: I'll not tell thee. Be well advis'd, and think what danger 'tis To receive a prince's secrets: they that do, Had need have their breasts hoop'd with adamantt To contain them. I pray thee yet be satisfied ;
* As adultery. Sir, never was occasion] The 4to. of 1640 ;
“ As adultery. Sir, I beseech you.” + Had need have their breasts hoop'd with adamant] Resembles a line of Heywood ; “ Or be his breast hoop’t with ribbes of brasse.”
The Silver Age, 1613, Sig. G.
Examine thine own frailty ; ’tis more easy
JULIA. Now you dally with me.
CARD. No more, thou shalt know it. By my appointment, the great Dutchess of Malfi, And two of her young children, four nights since, Were strangid. JULIA. O heaveu ! sir, what have you
done? CARD. How now! how settles this? think you
Will be a grave dark and obscure enough
Julia. You have undone yourself, sir.
this book. .JULIA. Most religiously.
CARD. Kiss it. Now you shall never utter it; thy curiosity Hath undone thee; thou’rt poison’d with that book ; Because I knew thou couldst not keep my counsel, I have bound thee to't by death.
Julia. I forgive you
For I betray'd your counsel to that fellow :
Bos. O, foolish woman,
JULIA. 'Tis weakness,
I know not whither.
(Dies. CARD. Wherefore com'st thou hither?
Bos. That I might find a great man, like yourself, Not out of his wits, as the lord Ferdinand, To remember
service. CARD. I'll have thee hew'd in pieces. Bos. Make not yourself such a promise of that
Card. Who plac'd thee here?
CARD. Very well :
colours Upon your rotten purposes to me? Unless
imitate some that do plot great treasons, And when they have done, go hide themselves i'th'
graves Of those were actors in't ?
CARD, No more; there is A fortune attends thee.