Inform her what I told you.
Exit.
[Enter DUCHESS and Attendants]
BOSOLA. All comfort to your grace!
DUCHESS. I will have none.
Pray thee, why dost thou wrap thy poison'd pills
In gold and sugar?
BOSOLA. Your elder brother, the Lord Ferdinand,
Is come to visit you, and sends you word,
'Cause once he rashly made a solemn vow
Never to see you more, he comes i' th' night;
And prays you gently neither torch nor taper
Shine in your chamber. He will kiss your hand,
And reconcile himself; but for his vow
He dares not see you.
DUCHESS. At his pleasure.--
Take hence the lights.--He 's come.
[Exeunt Attendants with lights.]
[Enter FERDINAND]
FERDINAND. Where are you?
DUCHESS. Here, sir.
FERDINAND. This darkness suits you well.
DUCHESS. I would ask you pardon.
FERDINAND. You have it;
For I account it the honorabl'st revenge,
Where I may kill, to pardon.--Where are your cubs?
DUCHESS.
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