4.4.0.12152Enter Duke, Doctor [Benedict], Fluello, Castruccio, [and] Pioratto. [To the Gentlemen] Give us a little leave.
4.4.1.1[Exeunt Fluello, Castruccio, and Pioratto.] [To the Gentlemen] Give us a little leave. Doctor, your news.
I sent for him, my lord. At last he came,
4.4.32155And did receive all speech that went from me
4.4.42156As gilded pills made to prolong his health.
4.4.52157My credit with him wrought it, for some men
4.4.62158Swallow even empty hooks, like fools that fear
4.4.72159No drowning where ʼtis deepest, ʼcause ʼtis clear.
4.4.82160In thʼend we sat and ate. A health I drank
This train I knew would take. ʼTwas excellent.
He fell with such devotion on his knees
To pledge the same – Fond, superstitious fool!
That had he been inflamed with zeal of prayer
4.4.142168He could not pourʼt out with more reverence.
4.4.152169About my neck he hung, wept on my cheek,
4.4.162170Kissed it, and swore he would adore my lips
4.4.172171Because they brought forth Infeliceʼs name.
Ha, ha! Alack, alack.
The cup he lifts up high, and thus he said
4.4.202174‘Here, noble maid!ʼ – drinks, and was poisonèd.
And died?
And died? And died, my lord.
And died? And died, my lord. Thou in that word
4.4.222178Hast pieced mine agèd hours out with more years
4.4.242180A noble youth he was, but lesser branches,
4.4.252181Hindʼring the greaterʼs growth, must be lopped off
4.4.262182And feed the fire. Doctor, weʼre now all thine;
And use us so. Be bold. Thanks, gracious lord.
Hum?
I do beseech your Grace to bury deep
This bloody act of mine. Nay, nay – for that,
4.4.322190Doctor, look you toʼt. Me it shall not move;
4.4.332191Theyʼre curst that ill do, not that ill do love.
You throw an angry forehead on my face,
4.4.352193But be you pleased backward thus far to look
4.4.362194That for your good this evil I undertook –
Ay, ay, we conster so.
And only for your love.
And only for your love. Confessed; ʼtis true.
Nor let it stand against me as a bar
4.4.402199To thrust me from your presence; nor believe
4.4.412200(As princes have quick thoughts) that now, my finger
4.4.422201Being dipped in blood, I will not spare the hand,
4.4.432202But that for gold (as what can gold not do?)
Which to prevent –
Which to prevent – ʼTis from my heart as far –
No matter, doctor. ʼCause Iʼll fearless sleep,
4.4.472207And that you shall stand clear of that suspicion,
4.4.492209This principle is old, but true as fate:
4.4.502210Kings may love treason, but the traitor hate.
Isʼt so? Nay then, Duke, your stale principle
4.4.522212With one as stale the doctor thus shall quit:
4.4.532213He falls himself, that digs anotherʼs pit.
Meet you, sir? He might have met with three
2217fencers in this time and have received less hurt than by
2218meeting one doctor of physic. Why, sir, hʼas walked under the old
2219abbey wall yonder this hour till heʼs more cold than a
2220citizenʼs country house in January. You may smell him
2221behind, sir. La you, yonder he comes.
Leave me.
[Aside] Iʼthʼ lurch, if you will.
4.4.57.2Enter Hippolito [dressed in black]. O my most noble friend!
O my most noble friend! Few but yourself
4.4.592226Could have enticed me thus, to trust the air
4.4.602227With my close sighs. You sent for me; what news?
Come, you must doff this black, dye that pale cheek
4.4.622229Into his own colour. Go, attire yourself
4.4.632230Fresh as a bridegroom when he meets his bride.
4.4.642231The Duke has done much treason to thy love;
4.4.652232ʼTis now revealed, ʼtis now to be revenged.
4.4.662233Be merry, honoured friend: thy lady lives.
What lady?
What lady? Infelice. Sheʼs revived.
4.4.682236Revived? Alack, death never had the heart
To take breath from her. Umh. I thank you, sir.
4.4.702239Physic prolongs life when it cannot save.
4.4.712240This helps not my hopes; mine are in their grave.
You do some wrong to mock me. By that love
4.4.732243Which I have ever borne you, what I speak
4.4.742244Is truth. The maiden lives. That funeral,
4.4.752245Dukeʼs tears, the mourning, was all counterfeit.
4.4.762246A sleepy draught cozened the world and you.
4.4.772247I was his minister, and then chambered up
To stop discovery. O treacherous Duke!
He cannot hope so certainly for bliss
4.4.802251As he believes that I have poisoned you.
4.4.812252He wooed me toʼt; I yielded, and confirmed him
In his most bloody thoughts. A very devil!
Her did he closely coach to Bergamo,
And thither – Will I ride. Stood Bergamo
4.4.852258In the low countries of black hell, Iʼll to her.
You shall to her, but not to Bergamo.
4.4.872260How passion makes you fly beyond yourself!
4.4.882261Much of that weary journey I haʼ cut off,
4.4.902263Of your supposèd death, her own interment,
4.4.912264And all those plots which that false Duke, her father,
4.4.922265Has wrought against you. And sheʼll meet you –
Has wrought against you. And sheʼll meet you – O, when?
Nay, see, how covetous are your desires!
Early tomorrow morn. O, where, good father?
At Bethlem Monastery. Are you pleased now?
At Bethlem Monastery! The place well fits;
4.4.972272It is the school where those that lose their wits
Weʼll steal away this night in some disguise.
4.4.1032278Reasons so strong that he shall yield in bands
This is such happiness
Let all your joys then die in misbelief;
I will reveal no more. O, yes, good father!
Weʼll hence this night. Much must be done, much said.
4.4.1132289Your lady shall ere morning fill these arms.
Heavenly physician! Far thy fame shall spread,
4.4.1152291That makʼst two lovers speak when they be dead.