JOHN. It is true.
FORTUNATUS. If it is as you say, if Drusiana has restored me to life and Callimachus believes in Christ, I reject life and choose death. I would rather not exist than see them swelling with grace and virtue!
JOHN. Oh, incredible envy of the devil! Oh, malice of the old serpent, who since he made our first parents taste death has never ceased to writhe at the glory of the righteous! Oh, Fortunatus, brimful of Satan’s bitter gall, how much do you resemble the rotten tree that, bearing only bad fruit, must be cut down and cast into the fire! To the fire you must go, where, deprived of the society of those who fear God, you will be tormented without respite for ever.
ANDRONICUS. Look! Oh, look! His wounds have opened again. He has been taken at his word. He is dying.
JOHN. Let him die and go down to hell, who through envious spite rejected the gift of life.
ANDRONICUS. A terrible fate.
JOHN. Nothing is more terrible than envy, nothing more evil than pride.
ANDRONICUS. Both are vile.
JOHN. The man who is the victim of one is the victim of the other, for they have no separate existence.
ANDRONICUS. Please explain.