I am puzzl'd in a question about hell;
He says, in hell there 's one material fire,
And yet it shall not burn all men alike.
Lay him by. How tedious is a guilty conscience!
When I look into the fish-ponds in my garden,
Methinks I see a thing arm'd with a rake,
That seems to strike at me.
[Enter BOSOLA, and Servant bearing ANTONIO'S body]
Now, art thou come?
Thou look'st ghastly;
There sits in thy face some great determination
Mix'd with some fear.
BOSOLA. Thus it lightens into action:
I am come to kill thee.
CARDINAL. Ha!--Help! our guard!
BOSOLA. Thou art deceiv'd; they are out of thy howling.
CARDINAL. Hold; and I will faithfully divide
Revenues with thee.
BOSOLA. Thy prayers and proffers
Are both unseasonable.
CARDINAL. Raise the watch!
We are betray'd!
BOSOLA. I have confin'd your flight:
I 'll suffer your retreat to Julia's chamber,
But no further.
CARDINAL. Help! we are betray'd!
[Enter, above, PESCARA, MALATESTI, RODERIGO, and GRISOLAN]
MALATESTI.
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