Part 31 (1/2)

Flam. Remove the bar. Here 's unfortunate revels!

Call the physicians. [Enter two Physicians.

A plague upon you!

We have too much of your cunning here already: I fear the amba.s.sadors are likewise poison'd.

Brach. Oh, I am gone already! the infection Flies to the brain and heart. O thou strong heart!

There 's such a covenant 'tween the world and it, They 're loath to break.

Giov. Oh, my most loved father!

Brach. Remove the boy away.

Where 's this good woman? Had I infinite worlds, They were too little for thee: must I leave thee?

What say you, screech-owls, is the venom mortal?

Physicians. Most deadly.

Brach. Most corrupted politic hangman, You kill without book; but your art to save Fails you as oft as great men's needy friends.

I that have given life to offending slaves, And wretched murderers, have I not power To lengthen mine own a twelvemonth?

[To Vittoria.] Do not kiss me, for I shall poison thee.

This unctions 's sent from the great Duke of Florence.

Fran. Sir, be of comfort.

Brach. O thou soft natural death, that art joint-twin To sweetest slumber! no rough-bearded comet Stares on thy mild departure; the dull owl Bears not against thy cas.e.m.e.nt; the hoa.r.s.e wolf Scents not thy carrion: pity winds thy corse, Whilst horror waits on princes'.

Vit. I am lost for ever.

Brach. How miserable a thing it is to die 'Mongst women howling! [Enter Lodovico and Gasparo, as Capuchins.

What are those?

Flam. Franciscans: They have brought the extreme unction.

Brach. On pain of death, let no man name death to me: It is a word infinitely terrible.

Withdraw into our cabinet.

[Exeunt all but Francisco and Flamineo.