Death cannot alter my complexion,
For I shall ne’er look pale.
Lod. Strike, strike,
With a joint motion.
Vit. Cor. ’Twas a manly blow:
The next thou giv’st, murther some sucking infant,
And then thou wilt be famous.’
Such are some of the terrible graces of the obscure, forgotten Webster. There are other parts of this play of a less violent, more subdued, and, if it were possible, even deeper character; such is the declaration of divorce pronounced by Brachiano on his wife:
‘Your hand I’ll kiss:
This is the latest ceremony of my love;