the Dutchesse of Malfy.
The faster: Let me have no traine, when I goe to shed blood,
Least it make me have a greater, when I ride to the Gallowes.
Card.
Come to me after midnight, to helpe to remove that body
To her owne Lodging: I'll give out she dide o'th' Plague;
'Twill breed the lesse enquiry after her death.
Bos.
Where's Castruchio, her husband?
Card.
He's rod to Naples to take possession
Of Antonio's Cittadell.
Bos.
Beleeve me, you have done a very happy turne.
Card.
Faile not to come: There is the Master-key
Of our Lodgings: and by that you may conceive
What trust I plant in you.Exit.
Bos.
You shall find me ready.
Oh poore Antonio, though nothing be so needfull
To thy estate, as pitty, Yet I finde
Nothing so dangerous: I must looke to my footing;
In such slippery yce-pavements, men had neede
To be frost-nayld well: they may breake their neckes else.
The President's here afore me: how this man
Beares up in blood? seemes feareles? why, 'tis well:
Securitie some men call the Suburbs of Hell,
Onely a dead wall betweene. Well (good Antonio)
I'll seeke thee out; and all my care shall be
To put thee into safety from the reach
Of these most cruell biters, that have got
Some of thy blood already. It may be,
I'll joyne with thee, in a most just revenge.
The weakest Arme is strong enough, that strikes
With the sword of Justice: Still me thinkes the Dutchesse
Haunts me: there, there; 'tis nothing but my mellancholy.
O Penitence, let me truely tast thy Cup.
That throwes men downe, onely to raise them up. Exit.
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