the Dutchesse of Malfy.
The Wolfe shall finde her Grave, and scrape it up:
Not to devoure the corpes, but to discover
The horrid murther.
Bos.
You; not I shall quake for't.
Ferd.
Leave me:
Bos.
I will first receive my Pention.
Ferd.
You are a villaine:
Bos.
When your Ingratitude
Is Judge, I am so;
Ferd.
O horror!
That not the feare of him, which bindes the divels
Can prescribe man obedience.
Never looke upon me more.
Bos.
Why fare thee well:
Your brother, and your selfe, are worthy men;
You have a paire of hearts, are hollow Graves,
Rotten, and rotting others: and your vengeance,
(Like two-chain'd bullets) still goes arme in arme,
You may be Brothers: for treason, like the plague,
Doth take much in a blood: I stand like one
That long hath ta'ne a sweet, and golden dreame.
I am angry with my selfe, now that I wake.
Ferd.
Get thee into some unknowne part o'th' world
That I may never see thee.
Bos.
Let me know
Wherefore I should be thus neglected? sir,
I serv'd your tyranny: and rather strove,
To satisfie your selfe, then all the world;
And though I loath'd the evill, yet I lov'd
You that did councell it: and rather sought
To appeare a true servant, then an honest man.
Ferd.
I'll goe hunt the Badger by Owle-light:
'Tis a deed of darkenesse.Exit.
Bos.
He's much distracted: Off my painted honour,
While with vaine hopes, our faculties we tyre,
We seeme to sweate in yce, and freeze in fire;
What would I doe, were this to doe againe?
I would not change my peace of conscience
For all the wealth of Europe: She stirres; here's life:
Returne (faire soule) from darkenes, and lead mine
Out of this sencible Hell: She's warme, she breathes:
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