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 Ferd. So you have some Virgins, That are Witches: I will never see thee more.

Dutch. You saw this apparition.

Ant. Yes: we are Betraid; how came he hither? I should turne This, to thee, for that.

Car. Pray sir doe: and when That you have cleft my heart, you shall read there, Mine innocence:

Dutch. That Gallery gave him entrance.

Ant. I would this terrible thing would come againe, That (standing on my Guard) I might relate My warrantable love: ha, what meanes this?

Dutch. He left this with me:

Ant. And it seemes, did wish You would use it on your selfe?

Dutch. His Action Seem'd to intend so much.

Ant. This hath a handle to't, As well as a point, turne it towards him, And so fasten the keene edge, in his rancke gall: How now? who knocks? more Earthquakes?

Dutch. I stand As if a Myne, beneath my feete, were ready To be blowne up.

Car. 'Tis Bosola:

Dutch. Away, Oh misery, me thinkes unjust actions Should weare these masques, and curtaines; and not we: You must instantly part hence: I have fashion'd it already.

Bos. The Duke your brother is ta'ne up in a whirlewind Hath tooke horse, and's rid poast to Rome.

Dutch. So late?

Bos. He told me, (as he mounted into th'sadle,) You were undone.

Dutch. Indeed, I am very neere it.

Bos. What's the matter?