Part 37 (2/2)

Vit. I will read it: I give that portion to thee, and no other, Which Cain groan'd under, having slain his brother.

Flam. A most courtly patent to beg by.

Vit. You are a villain!

Flam. Is 't come to this? they say affrights cure agues: Thou hast a devil in thee; I will try If I can scare him from thee. Nay, sit still: My lord hath left me yet two cases of jewels, Shall make me scorn your bounty; you shall see them. [Exit.

Vit. Sure he 's distracted.

Zan. Oh, he 's desperate!

For your own safety give him gentle language.

[He enters with two cases of pistols.

Flam. Look, these are better far at a dead lift, Than all your jewel house.

Vit. And yet, methinks, These stones have no fair l.u.s.tre, they are ill set.

Flam. I 'll turn the right side towards you: you shall see How they will sparkle.

Vit. Turn this horror from me!

What do you want? what would you have me do?

Is not all mine yours? have I any children?

Flam. Pray thee, good woman, do not trouble me With this vain worldly business; say your prayers: Neither yourself nor I should outlive him The numbering of four hours.

Vit. Did he enjoin it?

Flam. He did, and 'twas a deadly jealousy, Lest any should enjoy thee after him, That urged him vow me to it. For my death, I did propound it voluntarily, knowing, If he could not be safe in his own court, Being a great duke, what hope then for us?

Vit. This is your melancholy, and despair.

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