Look there.
CARDINAL. Antonio!
BOSOLA. Slain by my hand unwittingly.
Pray, and be sudden. When thou kill'd'st thy sister,
Thou took'st from Justice her most equal balance,
And left her naught but her sword.
CARDINAL. O, mercy!
BOSOLA. Now it seems thy greatness was only outward;
For thou fall'st faster of thyself than calamity
Can drive thee. I 'll not waste longer time; there!
[Stabs him.]
CARDINAL. Thou hast hurt me.
BOSOLA. Again!
CARDINAL. Shall I die like a leveret,
Without any resistance?--Help, help, help!
I am slain!
[Enter FERDINAND]
FERDINAND. Th' alarum! Give me a fresh horse;
Rally the vaunt-guard, or the day is lost,
Yield, yield! I give you the honour of arms
Shake my sword over you; will you yield?
CARDINAL. Help me; I am your brother!
FERDINAND. The devil!
My brother fight upon the adverse party!
He wounds the CARDINAL, and, in the scuffle, gives BOSOLA
his death-wound.
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