The Tragedy of
Or (bold in a good cause) oppos'd thy selfe
With thy advanced sword above thy head,
Betweene her Innocence, and my Revenge?
I bad thee, when I was distracted of my wits,
Goe kill my dearest friend, and thou hast don't.
For let me but examine well the cause;
What was the meanenes of her match to me?
Onely I must confesse, I had a hope
(Had she continu'd widow) to have gain'd
An infinite masse of Treasure by her death:
And that was the mayne cause; her Marriage,
That drew a streame of gall, quite through my heart;
For thee, (as we observe in Tragedies
That a good Actor many times is curss'd
For playing a villaines part) I hate thee for't:
And (for my sake) say thou hast done much ill, well:
Bos.
Let me quicken your memory: for I perceive
You are falling into ingratitude: I challenge
The reward due to my service.
Ferd.
I'll tell thee,
What I'll give thee,
Bos.
Doe:
Ferd.
I'll give thee a pardon
For this murther:
Bos.
Hah?
Ferd.
Yes: and 'tis
The largest bounty I can studie to doe thee.
By what authority did'st thou execute
This bloody sentence?
Bos.
By yours
Ferd.
Mine? was I her Judge?
Did any ceremoniall forme of Law,
Doombe her to not-Being? did a compleat Jury
Deliver her conviction up i'th Court?
Where shalt thou find this Judgement registerd
Unlesse in hell? See: like a bloody foole
Th'hast forfeyted thy life, and thou shalt die for't.
Bos.
The Office of Justice is perverted quite
When one Thiefe hangs another: who shall dare
To reveale this:
Ferd.
Oh, I'll tell thee:
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