Abi. Tut, believe it who that list, we love a lively man, I grant you; but to maintain that life I’ll ne’er consent to die.
This is a rule I still will keep in breast,
Love well thy husband, wench, but thyself best!
Tha. I have followed your counsel hitherto, and mean to do still.
Lady Lent. Come, we neglect our business; ’tis no jesting;
To-morrow they are executed ’less we reprieve them.
We be their destinies to cast their fate. 50
Let’s all go.
Abi. I fear not to come late.
[Exeunt.
[287] i.e., he might be begged for a fool.—See Nares’ Glossary.
Pavia.—A street.
Enter Don Sago solus, with a case of pistols.
Sago. Day was my night, and night must be my day;
The sun shined on my pleasure with my love,
And darkness must lend aid to my revenge.
The stage of heaven is hung with solemn black,
A time best fitting to act tragedies.
The night’s great queen, that maiden governess,
Musters black clouds to hide her from the world,
Afraid to look on my bold enterprise.
Cursed creatures, messengers of death, possess the world;
Night-ravens, screetch-owls, and voice-killing[288] mandrakes,
The ghosts[289] of misers, that imprison’d gold 11
Within the harmless[290] bowels of the earth,
Are night’s companions. Bawds to lust and murder,
Be all propitious to my act of justice
Upon the scandalisers of her fame,
That is the lifeblood of deliciousness,