Would straight condemn me: argue oaths no more; Cal. Must I betray my chastity, so long Must not live chaste, then let me chastely die. Fath. Ay, here's a charm shall keep thee chaste; come, come! Old Time hath left us but an hour to play Our parts; begin the scene. Who shall speak first? There's one in cloth of silver, which no doubt A king whose eyes are set in silver; one That blusheth gold, speaks music, dancing walks, Now gathers nearer, takes thee by the hand, When straight thou think'st the very orb of heaven Cal. Nor I to answer him. Fath. No, girl, know'st thou not how to answer him? Why, then, the field is lost, and he rides home Ter. Yes, yes, true chastity is tongued so weak, 'Tis overcome ere it know how to speak. Fath. Come, come, thou happy close of every wrong, 'Tis thou that canst dissolve the hardest doubt; 'Tis time for thee to speak, we all are out. Daughter, and you the man whom I call son, I must confess I made a deed of gift To Heaven and you, and gave my child to both; Still to run true till death: now, sir, if not, She shall die now, now whilst her soul is true. Cal. Ay, I am Death's echo. Fath. O my son! I am her father; every tear I shed Is threescore ten years old; I weep and smile Fath. White wine and poison. Ter. Oh! That very name of poison poisons me. Thou winter of a man, thou walking grave, Whose life is like a dying taper, how Canst thou define a lover's labouring thoughts? What scent hast thou but death? what taste but earth? The breath that purls from thee is like the steam Of a new-opened vault: I know thy drift; Because thou'rt travelling to the land of graves, This heaven is mine-I bought it with my soul Fath. Well, let her go; she's thine, thou call'st her thine, Indeed, she may promote her shame and thine, Ter. She dies! that sentence poisons her: O life! Cal. Welcome, O poison! physic against lust, To draw the customers of sin: come, come, White-innocent Wine, Art thou made guilty of my death? Oh, no, For Innocence shall murder Innocence. [Drinks. Ter Hold, hold! thou shalt not die, my bride, my wife! O stop that speedy messenger of Death! O let him not run down that narrow path Cal. "Tis done already!-the spiritual court To see how sweetly a true virgin dies. Thomas Decker and John Webster. WESTWARD HOE! A COMEDY. Pleasure the General Pursuit. SWEET Pleasure! Delicious Pleasure! earth's supremest good, The spring of blood, though it dry up our blood! Turns man into a beast), yet, that being gone, We feed; wear rich attires; and strive to cleave Why, even those that starve in voluntary wants, John Webster. DUCHESS OF MALFY. The Duchess of Malfy marries her Steward; the Marriage being discovered by her Brother FERDINAND, he shuts her up in a Prison, and torments her with various Trials of studied Cruelty. By his Command, BOSOLA, the Instrument of his Devices, shows her the Bodies of her Husband and Children, counterfeited in Wax, as dead. DUCHESS, BOSola. Bos. He doth present you this sad spectacle, That now you know directly they are dead, Hereafter you may wisely cease to grieve For that which cannot be recovered. Duch. There is not between heaven and earth one wish I stay for after this: it wastes me more Than were't my picture fashioned out of wax, |