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 Card. I am puzzell'd in a question about hell: He saies, in hell, there's one materiall fire, And yet it shall not burne all men alike. Lay him by: How tedious is a guilty conscience? When I looke into the Fish-ponds, in my Garden, Me thinkes I see a thing, arm'd with a Rake That seemes to strike at me: Now? art thou come? thou look'st ghastly: There sits in thy face, some great determination, Mix'd with some feare.

Bos. Thus it lightens into Action: I am come to kill thee.

Card. Hah? helpe: our Guard.

Bos. Thou art deceiv'd: They are out of thy howling.

Card. Hold; and I will faithfully devide Revenewes with thee.

Bos. Thy prayers, and proffers Are both unseasonable.

Card. Raise the Watch: we are betraid.

Bos. I have confinde your flight: I'll suffer your retreyt to Julias Chamber, But no further.

Card. Helpe: we are betraid.

Mal. Listen.

Card. My Dukedom, for rescew.

Rod. Fye upon his counterfeyting.

Mal. Why, 'tis not the Cardinall.