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I must confess I miss'd no means, no time,
Duke. Such another As thou art, miserable creature, would Sink the whole sex of women : yet confess What witchcraft used the wretch to charm the
heart? Of the once spotless temple of thy mind? For without witchcraft it could ne'er be done. Bian. Phew!—an you be in these tunes, sir, I'll
leave (you); You know the best, and worst, and all.
Duke. Nay, then Thou tempt'st me to thy ruin. Come, black angel, Fair devil, in thy prayers reckon up The sum in gross of all thy veined follies;
? To charm the heart.] This reading has been made out of the old copy, which has “the art.” I can think of no word nearer the traces of the original; and yet to " charm the heart of the temple of the mind," is an expression which will be as little admired as comprehended.
There, amongst other, weep in tears of blood,
Bian. (opens her bosom.) I do; and to the point Of thy sharp sword, with open breast, I'll run Half way thus naked; do not shrink, Caraffa, This daunts not me: but in the latter act Of thy revenge, 'tis all the suit I askAt my last gasp,—to spare thy noble friend; For life to me, without him, were a death.
Duke. Not this, I'll none of this; 'tis not so fit.Why should I kill her? she may live and change, Or-
[Throws down his sword. Fior. (above.) Dost thou halt? faint coward,
dost thou wish
To blemish all thy glorious ancestors ?
Duke. Ha! say you so too?
Duke. Farewell; Thus go in everlasting sleep to dwell!
[Draws his dagger, and stabs her. Here's blood for lust, and sacrifice for wrong. Bian. 'Tis bravely done; thou hast struck home
at once: Live to repent too late. Commend my love To thy true friend, my love to him that owes it; My tragedy to thee; my heart to-to-Fernando, Ooh!
[Dies. Duke. Sister, she's dead.
Fior. Then, while thy rage is warm,
[Takes up his sword and exit. Fior. Here's royal vengeance! this becomes the
state Of his disgrace, and my unbounded hate.' [Exit.
My tragedy to thee.] I have supposed (Introduct. p. cxxix.) that Bianca alludes to ber husband; but it is also possible that she may direct herself to Fiormonda, who from the gallery had urged on her murder with such violence. Owes is used in this speech, in the sense of owns, possesses.
9 My unbounded hate.] So I venture to read. The 4to has unbounded fate, which conveys no meaning.
An Apartment in the Palace. Enter FERNANDO, NIBRASSA and PETRUCHIO.
Pet. May we give credit to your words, my
Fern. Let me die accurst,
Nib. Beshrew my heart, young lord, but I believe thee: alas, kind lady, 'tis a lordship to a dozen of points, but the jealous madman will in his fury offer her some violence.
Pet. If it be thus, 'twere fit you rather kept
Nib. Passion of my body, my lord, if he come in his odd fits to you, in the case you are, he might cut your throat ere you could provide a weapon of defence: nay, rather than it shall be so, hold, take my sword in your hand; 'tis none of the sprucest, but 'tis a tough fox' will not fail
' 'Tis a tough fox.] A cant term for a sword. So in Beaumont and Fletcher,
“ Capt. Put up your sword,
I've seen it often; 'tis a for.
his master, come what will come. Take it; I'll answer't, I: in the meantime, Petruchio and I will back to the duchess' lodging.
[Gives Fern. his sword. Pet. Well thought on;—and in despight of all
his rage, Rescue the virtuous lady.
Nib. Look to yourself, my lord! the duke
Enter the Duke, a sword in one hand, and a bloody
dagger in the other.
Fern. Duke, I fear thee not:
Fern. Not dead?