The accent of the voice sounds not in jest:
I’ll down to him, howsoever, and with engines
Force ope the doors.
Let’s follow him aloof,
And note how the cardinal will laugh at him.
There’s for you first,
’Cause you shall not unbarricade the door
To let in rescue. Kills the Servant.
What cause hast thou to pursue my life?
Look there.
Antonio!
Slain by my hand unwittingly.
Pray, and be sudden. When thou kill’d’st thy sister,
Thou took’st from Justice her most equal balance,
And left her naught but her sword.
O, mercy!
Now it seems thy greatness was only outward;
For thou fall’st faster of thyself than calamity
Can drive thee. I’ll not waste longer time; there! Stabs him.
Thou hast hurt me.
Again!
Shall I die like a leveret,
Without any resistance?—Help, help, help!
I am slain!
Th’ alarm! Give me a fresh horse;
Rally the vaunt-guard, or the day is lost,
Yield, yield! I give you the honour of arms
Shake my sword over you; will you yield?
Help me; I am your brother!
The devil!
My brother fight upon the adverse party!
There flies your ransom.
O justice!
I suffer now for what hath former bin:
Sorrow is held the eldest child of sin.
Now my revenge is perfect.—Sink, thou main cause Kills Ferdinand.
Of my undoing!—The last part of my life
Hath done me best service.
Give me some wet hay; I am broken-winded.
I do account this world but a dog-kennel:
I will vault credit and affect high pleasures
Beyond death.
He seems to come to himself,
Now he’s so near the bottom.
My sister, O my sister! there’s the cause on’t.
Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust,
Like diamonds, we are cut with our own dust. Dies.
Thou hast thy payment too.
Yes, I hold my weary soul in my teeth;
’Tis ready to part from me. I do glory
That thou, which stood’st like a huge pyramid
Begun upon a large and ample base,
Shalt end in a little point, a kind of nothing.
How now, my lord!
O sad disaster!
How comes this?
Revenge for the Duchess of Malfi murdered
By the Arragonian brethren; for Antonio
Slain by this hand; for lustful Julia
Poison’d by this man; and lastly for myself,
That was an actor in the main of all
Much ’gainst mine own good nature, yet i’ the end
Neglected.
How now, my lord!
Look to my brother:
He gave us these large wounds, as we were struggling
Here i’ th’ rushes. And now, I pray, let me
Be laid by and never thought of. Dies.
How fatally, it seems, he did withstand
His own rescue!
Thou wretched thing of blood,
How came Antonio by his death?
In a mist; I know not how:
Such a mistake as I have often seen
In a play. O, I am gone!
We are only like dead walls or vaulted graves,
That, ruin’d, yield no echo. Fare you well.
It may be pain, but no harm, to me to die
In so good a quarrel. O, this gloomy world!
In what a shadow, or deep pit of darkness,
Doth womanish and fearful mankind live!
Let worthy minds ne’er stagger in distrust
To suffer death or shame for what is just:
Mine is another voyage. Dies.
The noble Delio, as I came to th’ palace,
Told me of Antonio’s being here, and show’d me
A pretty gentleman, his son and heir.
O sir, you come too late!
I heard so, and
Was arm’d for’t, ere I came. Let us make noble use
Of this great ruin; and join all our force
To establish this young hopeful gentleman
In’s mother’s right. These wretched eminent things
Leave no more fame behind ’em, than should one
Fall in a frost, and leave his print in snow;
As soon as the sun shines, it ever melts,
Both form and matter. I have ever thought
Nature doth nothing so great for great men
As when she’s pleas’d to make them lords of truth:
Integrity of life is fame’s best friend,
Which nobly, beyond death, shall crown the end.
Endnotes
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The twelfth Lord Berkeley. “My good lord,” says Massinger, inscribing The Renegado to him, “to be honoured for old nobility or hereditary titles, is not alone proper to yourself, but to some few of your rank, who may challenge the like privilege with you: but in our age to vouchsafe (as you have often done) a ready hand to raise the dejected spirits of the contemned sons of the Muses, such as would not suffer the glorious fire of poesy to be wholly extinguished, is so remarkable and peculiar to your lordship, that, with a full vote and suffrage, it is acknowledged that the patronage and protection of the dramatic poem is yours and almost without a rival.” ↩
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Prevent. ↩
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The reference is to the knightly sport of riding at the ring. ↩
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At the expense of. ↩
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Rolls of lint used to dress wounds. ↩
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Surgeons. ↩
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A small horse. ↩
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Ballasted. ↩
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A lively dance. ↩
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Throws into the shade. ↩
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