Yes.
DUCHESS. Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength
Must pull down heaven upon me:--
Yet stay; heaven-gates are not so highly arch'd
As princes' palaces; they that enter there
Must go upon their knees [Kneels].--Come, violent death,
Serve for mandragora to make me sleep!--
Go tell my brothers, when I am laid out,
They then may feed in quiet.
They strangle her.
BOSOLA. Where 's the waiting-woman??
Fetch her: some other strangle the children.
[Enter CARIOLA]
Look you, there sleeps your mistress.
CARIOLA. O, you are damn'd
Perpetually for this! My turn is next;
Is 't not so ordered?
BOSOLA. Yes, and I am glad
You are so well prepar'd for 't.
CARIOLA. You are deceiv'd, sir,
I am not prepar'd for 't, I will not die;
I will first come to my answer,<118> and know
How I have offended.
BOSOLA. Come, despatch her.--
You kept her counsel; now you shall keep ours.
CARIOLA. I will not die, I must not; I am contracted
To a young gentleman.
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