Not I: did you?
ANTONIO. I did, or else I dream'd.
BOSOLA. Let 's walk towards it.
ANTONIO. No: it may be 'twas
But the rising of the wind.
BOSOLA. Very likely.
Methinks 'tis very cold, and yet you sweat:
You look wildly.
ANTONIO. I have been setting a figure<52>
For the duchess' jewels.
BOSOLA. Ah, and how falls your question?
Do you find it radical?<53>
ANTONIO. What 's that to you?
'Tis rather to be question'd what design,
When all men were commanded to their lodgings,
Makes you a night-walker.
BOSOLA. In sooth, I 'll tell you:
Now all the court 's asleep, I thought the devil
Had least to do here; I came to say my prayers;
And if it do offend you I do so,
You are a fine courtier.
ANTONIO. [Aside.] This fellow will undo me.--
You gave the duchess apricocks to-day:
Pray heaven they were not poison'd!
BOSOLA. Poison'd! a Spanish fig
For the imputation!
ANTONIO. Traitors are ever confident
Till they are discover'd.
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