the Dutchesse of Malfy.
SCENA. V.
Cardinall (with a Booke) Bosola, Pescara, Malateste, Rodorigo,
Ferdinand, Delio, Servant with Antonio's body.
Card.
I am puzzell'd in a question about hell:
He saies, in hell, there's one materiall fire,
And yet it shall not burne all men alike.
Lay him by: How tedious is a guilty conscience?
When I looke into the Fish-ponds, in my Garden,
Me thinkes I see a thing, arm'd with a Rake
That seemes to strike at me: Now? art thou come? thou look'st ghastly:
There sits in thy face, some great determination,
Mix'd with some feare.
Bos.
Thus it lightens into Action:
I am come to kill thee.
Card.
Hah? helpe: our Guard.
Bos.
Thou art deceiv'd:
They are out of thy howling.
Card.
Hold; and I will faithfully devide
Revenewes with thee.
Bos.
Thy prayers, and proffers
Are both unseasonable.
Card.
Raise the Watch: we are betraid.
Bos.
I have confinde your flight:
I'll suffer your retreyt to Julias Chamber,
But no further.
Card.
Helpe: we are betraid.
Mal.
Listen.
Card.
My Dukedom, for rescew.
Rod.
Fye upon his counterfeyting.
Mal.
Why, 'tis not the Cardinall.
Rod.
