Lys. Ha! how came she to know it? She was not here?
Ghost. All that I ever did she's conscious of;
And jealous of your love unto Hermione,
Did place me here, to search into your thoughts;
And now is prouder of this discovery,
Than if a crown were added to her [brows].
Lys. To what strange laws does heaven confine itself,
That it will suffer them that dare be damn'd
To have power over those it has selected?
My tears and sacrifice could never gain
So much upon its mercy, as to lend
Thy happy sight for one faint minute's comfort;
Yet those that sell themselves to hell, can force
Thy quiet rest for inquisition
On innocence. And to what purpose serves
Faith and religious secrecy,
When magic mocks and frustrates all our vows?
This Moor then was confederate with your uncle's passion?
Ghost. She is the cause that I do walk in shades.
Lys. And I will be that she shall walk in hell.
With her I will begin, then seek revenge
Under the ruins of thy uncle's house.
All men that dare to name him, and not curse
His memory, shall feel the power
Of my despised hate and friendship.
Ghost. My dearest Lysicles, promise to be
But temperate in your anger, and I will
Discover more than you yet hop'd to know.
Lys. As justice, that's concern'd to punish crimes, I will.
Ghost. Then know I was betray'd.
O love! here's company, I must retire. [Sinks.
Enter Pindarus and Servants.