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Rud. Have I discover'd it?—I thought not of it: The vehemence of gesture hath betray'd me. I keep it not for thee, but for myself; A refuge from disgrace. Here is another: He who with high, but dangerous fortune grapples, Should he be foil'd, looks but to friends like these. (Pulling out two daggers from, his vest.) This steel is strong to give a vig'rous thrust; The other on its venom'd point hath that Which, in the feeblest hand, gives death as certain, As tho' a giant smote the destin'd prey.

Cath. Thou desp'rate man! so arm'd against thyself!

Rud. Aye; and against myself with such resolves, Consider well how I shall deal with those Who may withstand my will or mar my purpose. Think'st thou I'll feebly—

Cath.O be pacified. I will be gone: I am a humbled wretch On whom thou tramplest with a tyrant's cruelty. [.

All still within.—I'm tired and heavy grown: I'll lay me down to rest. She is secure: No one can pass me here to gain her chamber.