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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:

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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:

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Security some men call the suburbs of hell,
Only a dead wall between. Well, good Antonio,
I'll seek thee out; and all my care shall be
To put thee into safety from the reach
Of these most cruel biters that have got
Some of thy blood already. It may be,
I'll join with thee in a most just revenge.
The weakest arm is strong enough that strikes
With the sword of justice. Still methinks the
duchess

Haunts me there, there!-'Tis nothing but my melancholy.

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O Penitence, let me truly taste thy cup,
That throws men down only to raise them up!

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;
And to yond side o' th' river lies a wall,
Piece of a cloister, which in my opinion
Gives the best echo that you ever heard,
So hollow and so dismal, and withal
So plain in the distinction of our words,
That many have suppos'd it is a spirit
That answers.

Ant.
I do love these ancient ruins.
We never tread upon them but we set

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1 Smoke.

2 A fortification.

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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.
Mal. Good my lord, suffer us.

Card.
O, by no means;
The noise, and change of object in his eye,
Doth more distract him. I pray, all to bed;
And though you hear him in his violent fit,
Do not rise, I entreat you.

Pes. So, sir; we shall not.
Card.

Nay, I must have you promise
Upon your honours, for I was enjoin'd to 't
By himself; and he seem'd to urge it sensibly.
Pes. Let our honours bind this trifle.
Card. Nor any of your followers.
Mal. Neither.

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Card. It may be, to make trial of your pro

mise,

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Bos. Ha! 't was the cardinal's voice; I heard him name Bosola and my death. Listen; I hear one's footing.

[Enter FERDINAND.]

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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.

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[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!
Serv. O, misfortune!

Bos. Smother thy pity, thou art dead else.

Antonio!

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Card. Hold; and I will faithfully divide

Revenues with thee.

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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.

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He doth this pretty well; But it will not serve to laugh me out of mine

honour.

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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.

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sad disaster!

How comes this?

Bos. Revenge for the Duchess of Malfi murdered

By th' Arragonian brethren; for Antonio
Slain by this hand; for lustful Julia
Poison'd by this man; and lastly for myself,
That was an actor in the main of all

Much 'gainst mine own good nature, yet i' th'

end Neglected.

Pes. How now, my lord!
Card.

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.

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[Dies.]

Pes. How fatally, it seems, he did withstand His own rescue!

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 have often seen
In a play. O, I am gone!

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We are only like dead walls or vaulted graves,
That, ruin'd, yields no echo. Fare you well!
It may be pain, but no harm, to me to die
In so good a quarrel. O, this gloomy world !
In what a shadow, or deep pit of darkness,
Doth womanish and fearful mankind live! 168
Let worthy minds ne'er stagger in distrust
To suffer death or shame for what is just:
Mine is another voyage.

[Dies.]

Pes. The noble Delio, as I came to th' palace, Told me of Antonio's being here, and show'd

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Of this great ruin; and join all our force
To establish this young hopeful gentleman
In 's mother's right. These wretched eminent

things

Leave no more fame behind 'em, than should

one

Fall in a frost, and leave his print in snow;
As soon as the sun shines, it ever melts,
Both form and matter. I have ever thought 120
Nature doth nothing so great for great men
As when she's pleas'd to make them lords of
truth:

Integrity of life is fame's best friend,
Which nobly, beyond death, shall crown the
end.
Exeunt

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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
To brothel, drink, and danger,
Let him that is his nearest kin
Cheat him before a stranger:

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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.
2 Used of any one's estate.
Used vaguely of a legal scrape.

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.

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