the Dutchesse of Malfy.
Ant.
This night, I meane to venture all my fortune
(Which is no more, than a poore lingering life)
To the Cardinals worst of mallice: I have got
Private accesse to his chamber: and intend
To visit him, about the mid of night.
(As once his brother did our noble Duchesse.)
It may be that the sudden apprehension
Of danger (for I'll goe in mine owne shape)
When he shall see it fraight with love, and dutie,
May draw the poyson out of him, and worke
A friendly reconcilement; if it faile;
Yet, is shall rid me of this infamous calling,
For better fall once, than be ever falling.
Del.
I'll second you in all danger: and (how ere)
My life keepes ranke with yours
Ant.
You are still my lov'd and best friend. Exeunt.
SCENA II.
Pescara, a Doctor, Ferdinand, Cardinall, Malateste,
Bosola, Julia.
Pesc.
Now Doctor; may I visit your Patient?
Doctor.
If't please your Lordship: but he's instantly
To take the ayre here in the Gallery,
By my direction.
Pesc.
Pray-thee, what's his disease?
Doc.
A very pestilent disease (my Lord)
They call Licanthropia.
Pesc.
What's that?
I need a Dictionary to't?
Doc.
I'll tell you:
In those that are possess'd with't there ore-flowes
Such melancholy humour, they imagine
Themselves to be transformed into Woolves,
Steale forth to Church-yards in the dead of night,
And dig dead bodies up: as two nights since
One met the Duke, 'bout midnight in a lane
Behind St. Markes Church, with the leg of a man
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