Doct. My lord, he's far beyond the power of physic,
His soul has left his body and this world.
Bomb. Then go to t'other world and fetch it back. [Kills him.
And, if I find thou triflest with me there,
I'll chase thy shade through myriads of orbs,
And drive thee far beyond the verge of Nature.
Ha!—Call'st thou, Chrononhotonthologos?
I come! your faithful Bombardinion comes!
He comes in worlds unknown to make new wars,
And gain thee empires num'rous as the stars. [Kills himself.