BOSOLA. Yes, I hold my weary soul in my teeth;
'Tis ready to part from me. I do glory
That thou, which stood'st like a huge pyramid
Begun upon a large and ample base,
Shalt end in a little point, a kind of nothing.
[Enter, below, PESCARA, MALATESTI, RODERIGO, and GRISOLAN]
PESCARA. How now, my lord!
MALATESTI. O sad disaster!
RODERIGO. How comes this?
BOSOLA. Revenge for the Duchess of Malfi murdered
By the Arragonian brethren; for Antonio
Slain by this hand; for lustful Julia
Poison'd by this man; and lastly for myself,
That was an actor in the main of all
Much 'gainst mine own good nature, yet i' the end
Neglected.
PESCARA. How now, my lord!
CARDINAL. Look to my brother:
He gave us these large wounds, as we were struggling
Here i' th' rushes. And now, I pray, let me
Be laid by and never thought of.
[Dies.]
PESCARA. How fatally, it seems, he did withstand
His own rescue!
MALATESTI. Thou wretched thing of blood,
How came Antonio by his death?
BOSOLA.
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