In, gentle soul; I’ll not be long away,
As short my body, short shall be my stay.[296]
[Exit Isabella.
Hor. Murder Andrea! what blood-sucking slave
Could choke bright honour in a scabbard grave!
Jer. What, harping still upon Andrea’s death?
Have courage, boy: I shall prevent their plots,
And make them both stand like two politic sots.
Hor. Lorenzo has a reach as far as hell
To hook the devil from his flaming cell: