ANTONIO. Blessed comfort!--
For heaven' sake, tend her well: I 'll presently<49>
Go set a figure for 's nativity.<50>
Exeunt.
Scene III<51>
[Enter BOSOLA, with a dark lantern]
BOSOLA. Sure I did hear a woman shriek: list, ha!
And the sound came, if I receiv'd it right,
>From the duchess' lodgings. There 's some stratagem
In the confining all our courtiers
To their several wards: I must have part of it;
My intelligence will freeze else. List, again!
It may be 'twas the melancholy bird,
Best friend of silence and of solitariness,
The owl, that screamed so.--Ha! Antonio!
[Enter ANTONIO with a candle, his sword drawn]
ANTONIO. I heard some noise.--Who 's there? What art thou? Speak.
BOSOLA. Antonio, put not your face nor body
To such a forc'd expression of fear;
I am Bosola, your friend.
ANTONIO. Bosola!--
[Aside.] This mole does undermine me.--Heard you not
A noise even now?
BOSOLA. From whence?
ANTONIO. From the duchess' lodging.
BOSOLA.
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