the Dutchesse of Malfy.
Card.
'Tis thus: Antonio lurkes here in Millaine,
Enquire him out, and kill him: while he lives,
Our sister cannot marry, and I have thought
Of an excellent match for her: do this, and stile me
Thy advancement.
Bos.
But by what meanes shall I find him out?
Card.
There is a gentleman, call'd Delio
Here in the Campe, that hath bin long approv'd
His loyall friend: Set eie upon that fellow,
Follow him to Masse, may be Antonio,
Although he do account religion
But a Schoole-name, for fashion of the world,
May accompany him, or else go enquire out
Delio's Confessor, and see if you can bribe
Him to reveale it: there are a thousand wayes
A man might find to trace him: As to know,
What fellowes haunt the Jewes, for taking up
Great summes of money, for sure he's in want,
Or else to go to th'Picture-makers, and learne
Who brought her Picture lately, some of these
Happily may take ———
Bos.
Well, I'll not freeze i'th'businesse,
I would see that wretched thing, Antonio
Above all sightes i'th'world.
Card.
Do, and be happy. Exit.
Bos.
This fellow doth breed Bazalisques in's eies,
He's nothing else, but murder: yet he seemes
Not to have notice of the Duchesse death:
'Tis his cunning: I must follow his example,
There cannot be a surer way to trace,
Then that of an old Fox.
Jul.
So, sir, you are well met.
Bos.
How now?
Jul.
Nay, the doores are fast enough:
Now Sir, I will make you confesse your treachery.
Bos.
Treachery?
Jul.
Yes, confesse to me
Which of my women 'twas you hyr'd, to put
Love-powder into my drinke?
Bos.
