Bust. No: I must not.
Jul. Hah; hee's come.
Bust. I must not: 'twill break his heart to hear it.
Jul. How? there's bad tidings: I must obscure and hear it;
He will not tell me for breaking of my heart,
'Tis half split already.
Bust. I have spi'd him: Now to knock down a Don
with a lye, a silly harmless lye; 'twill be valiantly done, and
nobly perhaps.
Jul. I cannot hear him now.
Bust. Oh the bloody days that we live in; the envious,
malitious, deadly days that we draw breath in!
Jul. Now I hear too loud.
Bust. The Children that [n]ever shall be born may rue it;
for men that are slain now might have liv'd to have got children,
that might have curs'd their fathers.