The Tragedy of
Sil.
I am:
Duch.
Bring the Carroches: we'll bring you down to the Haven.
Car.
Be sure you entertaine that Bosola
For your Intelligence: I would not be seeene in't.
And therefore many times I have slighted him,
When he did court our furtherance: as this Morning.
Ferd.
Antonio, the great Master of her houshold
Had beene farre fitter:
Card.
You are deceiv'd in him,
His Nature is too honest for such businesse,
He comes: I'll leave you:
Bos.
I was lur'd to you.
Ferd.
My brother here (the Cardinall) could never abide you.
Bos.
Never since he was in my debt.
Ferd.
May be some oblique character in your face, made him suspect you?
Bos.
Doth he study Phisiognomie?
There's no more credit, to be given to th'face,
Then to a sicke mans uryn, which some call
The Physitians whore, because she cozens him:
He did suspect me wrongfully:
Ferd.
For that
You must give great men leave to take their times:
Distrust, doth cause us seldome be deceiv'd;
You see, the oft shaking of the Cedar-Tree
Fastens it more at roote.
Bos.
Yet take heed:
For to suspect a friend unworthely,
Instructs him the next way to suspect you,
And prompts him to deceive you.
Berd.
There's gold.
Bos.
So:
What followes? (Never raind such showres as these
Without thunderbolts i'th taile of them;) whose throat must I cut?
Ferd.
Your inclination to shed blood, rides post
Before my occasion to use you: I give you that
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