Light. What else, my lord? and far more resolute.
Y. Mor. And hast thou cast how to accomplish it?
Light. I, I, and none shall know which way he died.
Y. Mor. But at his looks, Lightborn, thou wilt relent.
Light. Relent! ha, ha! I use much to relent.
Y. Mor. Well, do it bravely, and be secret.
Light. You shall not need to give instructions; 'Tis not the first time I have killed a man.30 I learned in Naples how to poison flowers; To strangle with a lawn thrust through [323] the throat; To pierce the windpipe with the needle's point; Or whilst one is asleep, to take a quill And blow a little powder in his ears: Or open his mouth and pour quicksilver down. And yet I have a braver way than these.
Y. Mor. What's that?
Light. Nay, you shall pardon me; none shall know my tricks.
Y. Mor. I care not how it is, so it be not spied.40 Deliver this to Gurney and Matrevis. At every ten mile end thou hast a horse. Take this, away, and never see me more.