<135> I would not now
Wish my wounds balm'd nor heal'd, for I have no use
To put my life to. In all our quest of greatness,
Like wanton boys whose pastime is their care,
We follow after bubbles blown in th' air.
Pleasure of life, what is 't? Only the good hours
Of an ague; merely a preparative to rest,
To endure vexation. I do not ask
The process of my death; only commend me
To Delio.
BOSOLA. Break, heart!
ANTONIO. And let my son fly the courts to princes.
[Dies.]
BOSOLA. Thou seem'st to have lov'd Antonio.
SERVANT. I brought him hither,
To have reconcil'd him to the cardinal.
BOSOLA. I do not ask thee that.
Take him up, if thou tender thine own life,
And bear him where the lady Julia
Was wont to lodge.--O, my fate moves swift!
I have this cardinal in the forge already;
Now I 'll bring him to th' hammer. O direful misprision!<136>
I will not imitate things glorious.
No more than base; I 'll be mine own example.--
On, on, and look thou represent, for silence,
The thing thou bear'st.<137>
Exeunt.
Scene V<138>
[Enter] CARDINAL, with a book
CARDINAL.
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