The Tragedy of
He dares not see you:
Duch.
At his pleasure:
Take hence the lights: he's come.
Ferd.
Where are you?
Dutch.
Here sir:
Ferd.
This darkenes suites you well.
Dutch.
I would aske you pardon:
Ferd.
You have it;
For I account it, the honorabl'st revenge
Where I may kill, to pardon: where are your Cubbs?
Duch.
Whom?
Ferd.
Call them your children;
For though our nationall law, distinguish Bastards
From true legitimate issue: compassionate nature
Makes them all equall.
Duch.
Doe you visit me for this?
You violate a Sacrament o'th' Church
Shall make you howle in hell for't.
Ferd.
It had bin well,
Could you have liv'd thus alwayes: for indeed
You were too much i'th' light: But no more,
I come to seale my peace with you: here's a hand, gives her a dead mans hand.
To which you have vow'd much love: the Ring upon't
You gave.
Duch.
I affectionately kisse it:
Ferd.
'Pray doe: and bury the print of it in your heart:
I will leave this Ring with you, for a Love-token:
And the hand, as sure as the ring: and doe not doubt
But you shall have the heart too: when you need a friend
Send it to him, that ow'de it: you shall see
Whether he can ayd you.
Dutch.
You are very cold.
I feare you are not well after your trauell:
Hah? lights: oh horrible:
Ferd.
Let her have lights enough Exit.
Dutch.
What witch-craft doth he practise, that he hath left
A dead-mans hand here? Here is discover'd, (behind a Travers;) the artificiall figures of Antonio, and his children, appearing as if they were dead.
