Duke. I am sorry to be made the unkind instrument to wrong you; but since 'tis a task imposed from so great a command, I hope you will the easier be induced to dispense with me.
Ant. Come nearer to your aim: I understand you not.
Duke. Then thus, sir: the duke has been informed of your rarities; and holding them an unfit treasure for a private man to possess, he hath sent his mandamus to take them from you. See, here's his hand for the delivery.
Ant. O, O!
Leo. What ails you, sir?
Ant. I am struck with a sudden sickness: some good man help to keep my soul in, that is rushing from me, and will by no means be entreated to continue!
Lio. Pray, sir, be comforted.
Ant. Comfort! no, I despise it: he has given me daggers to my heart!
Leo. Show yourself a man, sir, and contemn the worst of fortune.
Ant. Good sir, could not you have invented a less studied way of torture to take away my life?