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I fall uponā€™t? When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe; for, look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons. Pescara Rise, good my lord. Ferdinand I am studying the art of patience. Pescara ā€™Tis a noble virtue. Ferdinand To drive six snails before me from this town to Moscow; neither use goad nor whip to them, but let them take their own time;ā ā€”the patientā€™st man iā€™ thā€™ world match me for an experiment:ā ā€”an Iā€™ll crawl after like a sheep-biter.110 Cardinal Force him up. They raise him. Ferdinand Use me well, you were best. What I have done, I have done: Iā€™ll confess nothing. Doctor

Now let me come to him.ā ā€”Are you mad, my lord?

Are you out of your princely wits?

Ferdinand

Whatā€™s he?

Pescara

Your doctor.

Ferdinand Let me have his beard sawā€™d off, and his eyebrows filā€™d more civil. Doctor I must do mad tricks with him, for thatā€™s the only way onā€™t.ā ā€”I have brought your grace a salamanderā€™s skin to keep you from sunburning. Ferdinand I have cruel sore eyes. Doctor The white of a cockatrixā€™s111 egg is present remedy. Ferdinand Let it be a new-laid one, you were best. Hide me from him: physicians are like kingsā ā€”They brook no contradiction. Doctor Now he begins to fear me: now let me alone with him. Cardinal How now! put off your gown! Doctor Let me have some forty urinals filled with rosewater: he and Iā€™ll go pelt one another with them.ā ā€”Now he begins to fear me.ā ā€”Can you fetch a frisk,112 sir?ā ā€”Let him go, let him go, upon my peril: I find by his eye he stands in awe of me; Iā€™ll make him as tame as a dormouse. Ferdinand Can you fetch your frisks, sir!ā ā€”I will stamp him into a cullis,113 flay off his skin to cover one of the anatomies114 this rogue hath set iā€™ thā€™ cold yonder in Barber-Chirurgeonā€™s-hall. ā€”Hence, hence! you are all of you like beasts for sacrifice. Throws the Doctor down and beats him. Thereā€™s nothing left of you but tongue and belly, flattery and lechery. Exit. Pescara

Doctor, he did not fear you thoroughly.

Doctor

True; I was somewhat too forward.

Bosola

Mercy upon me, what a fatal judgment
Hath fallā€™n upon this Ferdinand!

Pescara

Knows your grace
What accident hath brought unto the prince
This strange distraction?

Cardinal

Aside. I must feign somewhat.ā ā€”Thus they say it grew.
You have heard it rumourā€™d, for these many years
None of our family dies but there is seen
The shape of an old woman, which is given
By tradition to us to have been murderā€™d
By her nephews for her riches. Such a figure
One night, as the prince sat up late atā€™s book,
Appearā€™d to him; when crying out for help,
The gentleman ofā€™s chamber found his grace
All on a cold sweat, alterā€™d much in face
And language: since which apparition,
He hath grown worse and worse, and I much fear
He cannot live.

Bosola

Sir, I would speak with you.

Pescara

Weā€™ll leave your grace,
Wishing to the sick prince, our noble lord,
All health of mind and body.

Cardinal

You are most welcome.

Exeunt Pescara, Malatesti, and Doctor.

Are you come? so.ā ā€”Aside. This fellow must not know
By any means I had intelligence
In our duchessā€™ death; for, though I counsellā€™d it,
The full of all thā€™ engagement seemā€™d to grow
From Ferdinand.ā ā€”Now, sir, how fares our sister?
I do not think but sorrow makes her look
Like to an oft-dyā€™d garment: she shall now
Take comfort from me. Why do you look so wildly?
O, the fortune of your master here the prince
Dejects you; but be you of happy comfort:
If youā€™ll do one thing for me Iā€™ll entreat,
Though he had a cold tombstone oā€™er his bones,
Iā€™d make you what you would be.

Bosola

Anything;
Give it me in a breath, and let me fly toā€™t.
They that think long small expedition win,
For musing much oā€™ thā€™ end cannot begin.

Enter Julia. Julia

Sir, will you come into supper?

Cardinal

I am busy; leave me.

Julia

Aside. What an excellent shape hath that fellow!

Exit. Cardinal

ā€™Tis thus. Antonio lurks here in Milan:
Inquire 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 style me
Thy advancement.

Bosola

But by what means shall I find him out?

Cardinal

There is a gentleman callā€™d Delio
Here in the camp, that hath been long approvā€™d
His loyal friend. Set eye upon that fellow;
Follow him to mass; may be Antonio,
Although he do account religion
But a school-name, for fashion of the world
May accompany him; or else go inquire out
Delioā€™s confessor, and see if you can bribe
Him to reveal it. There are a thousand ways
A man might find to trace him; as to know
What fellows haunt the Jews for taking up
Great sums of money, for sure heā€™s in want;
Or else to go to the picture-makers, and learn
Who bought115 her picture lately: some of these
Happily may take.

Bosola

Well, Iā€™ll not freeze iā€™ thā€™ business:
I would see that wretched thing, Antonio,
Above all sights iā€™ thā€™ world.

Cardinal

Do, and be happy.

Exit. Bosola

This fellow doth breed basilisks inā€™s eyes,
Heā€™s nothing else but murder; yet he seems
Not to have notice of the duchessā€™ death.
ā€™Tis his cunning: I must follow his example;
There cannot be a surer way to trace
Than that of an old fox.

Re-enter Julia, with a pistol. Julia

So, sir, you are well met.

Bosola

How Now!

Julia

Nay, the doors are fast enough:
Now, sir, I will make you confess your treachery.

Bosola

Treachery!

Julia

Yes, confess to me
Which of my women ā€™twas you hirā€™d to put
Love-powder into my drink?

Bosola

Love-powder!

Julia

Yes, when I was at Malfi.
Why should I fall in love with such a face else?
I have already sufferā€™d for thee so much pain,
The only remedy to do me good
Is to kill my longing.

Bosola

Sure, your pistol holds
Nothing but perfumes or kissing-comfits.116
Excellent lady!
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