the Dutchesse of Malfy.
About my brother, is, because at midnight
I may with better privacy convey
Julia's body to her owne Lodging. O, my Conscience!
I would pray now: but the Divell takes away my heart
For having any confidence in Praier.
About this houre, I appointed Bosola
To fetch the body: when he hath serv'd my turne,
He dies.Exit.
Bos.
Hah? 'twas the Cardinalls voyce: I heard him name,
Bosola, and my death: listen, I heare ones footing.
Ferd.
Strangling is a very quiein death.
Bos.
Nay then I see, I must stand upon my Guard.
Ferd.
What say' to that? whisper, softly: doe you agree to't?
So it must be done i'th' darke: the Cardinall
Would not for a thousand pounds, the Doctor should see it. Exit.
Bos.
My death is plotted; here's the consequence of murther.
"We value not desert, nor Christian breath,
When we know blacke deedes, must be cur'de with death.
Serv.
Here stay Sir, and be confident, I pray:
I'll fetch you a dark Lanthorne. Exit.
Ant.
Could I take him at his prayers,
There were hope of pardon.
Bos.
Fall right my sword:
I'll not give thee so much leysure, as to pray.
Ant.
Oh, I am gone: Thou hast ended a long suit,
In a mynut.
Bos.
What art thou?
Ant.
A most wretched thing,
That onely have the benefit in death,
To appeare my selfe.
Serv.
Where are you Sir?
Ant.
Very neere my home: Bosola?
Serv.
Oh misfortune.
Bos.
Smother thy pitty, thou art dead else: Antonio?
The man I would have sav'de 'bove mine owne life?
We are meerely the Starres tennys-balls (strooke, and banded
Which way please them) O good Antonio.
I'll
