Bos. Shall I go sue to* fortune any longer? 'Tis the fool's pilgrimage. CARD. I have honours in store for thee. Bos. There are a many seeming ways that conduct to Honour, and some of them very dirty ones. Thy melancholy. The fire burns well; What need we keep a stirring of't, and make CARD. Take up that body. Bos. I think I shall Shortly grow the common bier for church-yards. CARD. I will allow thee some dozen of attendants, To aid thee in the murder. Physicians that apply Bos. O, by no means. horse-leeches to any rank swelling, use to cut off their tails, that the blood may run through them the faster let me have no train, when I go to shed blood, lest it make me have a greater, when I ride to the gallows. CARD. Come to me after midnight, to help to remove That body to her own lodging: I'll give out She died o'th' plague ; 'twill breed the less enquiry After her death. *to] The 4to. of 1640, "a." Bos. Where's Castruccio, her husband? CARD. He's rode to Naples, to take possession Of Antonio's citadel. Bos. Believe me, you have done a very happy turn. CARD. Fail not to come: there is the master-key Of our lodgings; and by that you may conceive What trust I plant in you. Bos. You shall find me ready. [Exit Cardinal. O, poor Antonio, though nothing be so needful To thy estate, as pity, yet I find Nothing so dangerous! I must look to my footing: 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 With the sword of justice. Still methinks the dutchess Haunts me there, there!-'tis nothing but my melancholy. VOL. I. X O Penitence, let me truly taste thy cup, That throws men down, only to raise* them up! SCENE III. Enter ANTONIO and DELIO. DELIO. Yond's the cardinal's window. tification Grew from the ruins of an ancient abbey ; [Exit. This for ANT. I do love these ancient ruins. We never tread upon them, but we set Our foot upon some reverend history: And, questionless, here in this open court, Which now lies naked to the injuries Of stormy weather, some men+ lie interr'd Lov'd the church so well, and gave so largely to't, They thought it should have canopied their bones Till dooms-day; but all things have their end: Churches and cities, which have diseases like to men, raise] The 4to. of 1640, " rise.” men] Omitted in the 4to. of 1540. Must have like death that we have. ECHO (FROM THE DUTCHESS' GRAVE). death that we have. Like DELIO. Now the echo hath caught you. ANT. It groan'd, methought, and gave A very deadly accent. ECHO. Deadly accent. DELIO. I told you 'twas a pretty one: you may make it A huntsman, or a falconer, a musician, Or a thing of sorrow. ECHO. A thing of sorrow. ANT. Ay sure, that suits it best. ECHO. That suits it best. ANT. 'Tis very like my wife's voice. ECHO. Ay, wife's voice. DELIO. Come, let us walk farther from't. I would not have you go to th' cardinal's to-night: Do not. ECHO. Do not. DELIO. Wisdom doth not more moderate wasting sorrow, Than time: take time for't; be mindful of thy safety. ANT. Necessity compels me: Of your own life, you'll find it impossible * go] Omitted in the 4to. 1640. tpasses] The 4to. of 1708 (an alteration of the play, and of no authority,) has " passages," which may be the right reading. To fly your fate. ECHO. O fly your fate! DELIO. Hark! the dead stones seem to have pity on you, And give you good counsel. ANT. Echo, I will not talk with thee, For thou art a dead thing. ECHO. Thou art a dead thing. ANT. My dutchess is a-sleep now, And her little ones, I hope sweetly: O heaven, ECHO. Never see her more. ANT. I mark'd not one repetition of the echo But that; and on the sudden, a clear light Presented me a face folded in sorrow. DELIO. Your fancy merely. ANT. Come, I'll be out of this ague, I will not henceforth save myself by halves; DELIO. Your own virtue save you! *in] The 4to. of 1640, " into." |