The Tragedy of
Ferd.
So you have some Virgins,
That are Witches: I will never see thee more. Exit.
Dutch.
You saw this apparition.
Enter Antonio with a Pistoll.
Ant.
Yes: we are
Betraid; how came he hither? I should turne
This, to thee, for that.
Car.
Pray sir doe: and when
That you have cleft my heart, you shall read there,
Mine innocence:
Dutch.
That Gallery gave him entrance.
Ant.
I would this terrible thing would come againe,
That (standing on my Guard) I might relate
My warrantable love: ha, what meanes this?
Dutch.
He left this with me: she shewes the poniard.
Ant.
And it seemes, did wish
You would use it on your selfe?
Dutch.
His Action
Seem'd to intend so much.
Ant.
This hath a handle to't,
As well as a point, turne it towards him,
And so fasten the keene edge, in his rancke gall:
How now? who knocks? more Earthquakes?
Dutch.
I stand
As if a Myne, beneath my feete, were ready
To be blowne up.
Car.
'Tis Bosola:
Dutch.
Away,
Oh misery, me thinkes unjust actions
Should weare these masques, and curtaines; and not we:
You must instantly part hence: I have fashion'd it already. Ex. Ant.
Bos.
The Duke your brother is ta'ne up in a whirlewind
Hath tooke horse, and's rid poast to Rome.
Dutch.
So late?
Bos.
He told me, (as he mounted into th'sadle,)
You were undone.
Dutch.
Indeed, I am very neere it.
Bos.
What's the matter?
Dutch.
