There lies some hidden canker at his soul.
When he was prostrate on a fevered bed,
The utterings of his delirium
Were rather those of some base man of sin,
Than of a holy father, vowed to heaven.
Ans. Thy news is grave indeed; but knowest thou this
Of thine own knowledge?
Dom.Ay, in truth I do.
I took my turn with others at his bed,
And all who watched him made the same report.