I will encounter darkness as a bride,
And hug it in mine arms.
Isab. There spake my brother; there my father’s grave
Did utter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die:
85 Thou art too noble to conserve a life
In base [appliances]. This outward-sainted deputy,
Whose settled visage and deliberate word
Nips youth i’ the [head], and follies doth emmew
As [falcon] doth the fowl, is yet a devil;
90 His [filth] within being cast, he would appear