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 Ant. This night, I meane to venture all my fortune (Which is no more, than a poore lingering life) To the Cardinals worst of mallice: I have got Private accesse to his chamber: and intend To visit him, about the mid of night. (As once his brother did our noble Duchesse.) It may be that the sudden apprehension Of danger (for I'll goe in mine owne shape) When he shall see it fraight with love, and dutie, May draw the poyson out of him, and worke A friendly reconcilement; if it faile; Yet, is shall rid me of this infamous calling, For better fall once, than be ever falling.

Del. I'll second you in all danger: and (how ere) My life keepes ranke with yours

Ant. You are still my lov'd and best friend. Pesc. Now Doctor; may I visit your Patient?

Doctor. If't please your Lordship: but he's instantly To take the ayre here in the Gallery, By my direction.

Pesc. Pray-thee, what's his disease?

Doc. A very pestilent disease (my Lord) They call Licanthropia.

Pesc. What's that? I need a Dictionary to't?

Doc. I'll tell you: In those that are possess'd with't there ore-flowes Such melancholy humour, they imagine Themselves to be transformed into Woolves, Steale forth to Church-yards in the dead of night, And dig dead bodies up: as two nights since One met the Duke, 'bout midnight in a lane Behind St. Markes Church, with the leg of a man