the Dutchesse of Malfy.
To a young Gentle-man.
Exec.
Here's your wedding Ring.
Car.
Let me but speake with the Duke: I'll discover
Treason to his person.
Bos.
Delayes: throttle-her.
Exec.
She bites: and scratches:
Car.
If you kill me now
I am damn'd: I have not bin at Confession
This two yeeres:
Bos.
When.
Car.
I am quicke with child.
Bos.
Why then,
Your credit's sav'd: beare her in toth' next roome:
Let this lie still.
Ferd.
Is she dead?
Bos.
Shee is what
You'll'd have her: But here begin your pitty, Shewes the children strangled.
Alas, how have these offended?
Ferd.
The death
Of young Wolffes, is never to be pittied.
Bos.
Fix your eye here:
Ferd.
Constantly.
Bos.
Doe you not weepe?
Other sinnes, onely speake; Murther shreikes out:
The Element of water, moistens the Earth,
But blood flies upwards, and bedewes the Heavens.
Ferd.
Cover her face: Mine eyes dazell she di'd yong.
Bos.
I thinke not so: her infelicitie
Seem'd to have yeeres too many.
Ferd.
She, and I were Twinnes:
And should I die this instant, I had liv'd
Her Time to a Mynute.
Bos.
It seemes she was borne first:
You have bloodely approv'd the auncient truth,
That kindred commonly doe worse agree
Then remote strangers.
Ferd.
Let me see her face againe;
Why didst not thou pitty her: what an excellent
Honest man, might'st thou have bin
If thou hadst borne her to some Sanctuary?
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