Listen.
CARDINAL. My dukedom for rescue!
RODERIGO. Fie upon his counterfeiting!
MALATESTI. Why, 'tis not the cardinal.
RODERIGO. Yes, yes, 'tis he:
But, I 'll see him hang'd ere I 'll go down to him.
CARDINAL. Here 's a plot upon me; I am assaulted! I am lost,
Unless some rescue!
GRISOLAN. He doth this pretty well;
But it will not serve to laugh me out of mine honour.
CARDINAL. The sword's at my throat!
RODERIGO. You would not bawl so loud then.
MALATESTI.
Come, come, let 's go to bed: he told us this much aforehand.
PESCARA. He wish'd you should not come at him; but, believe 't,
The accent of the voice sounds not in jest:
I 'll down to him, howsoever, and with engines
Force ope the doors.
[Exit above.]
RODERIGO. Let 's follow him aloof,
And note how the cardinal will laugh at him.
[Exeunt, above, MALATESTI, RODERIGO, and GRISOLAN.]
BOSOLA. There 's for you first,
'Cause you shall not unbarricade the door
To let in rescue.
Kills the Servant.
CARDINAL. What cause hast thou to pursue my life?
BOSOLA.
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