ANTONIO. Do not weep: Heaven fashion'd us of nothing; and we strive To bring ourselves to nothing.--Farewell, Cariola, And thy sweet armful.--If I do never see thee more, Be a good mother to your little ones, And save them from the tiger: fare you well. DUCHESS. Let me look upon you once more, for that speech Came from a dying father. Your kiss is colder Than that I have seen an holy anchorite Give to a dead man's skull. ANTONIO. My heart is turn'd to a heavy lump of lead, With which I sound my danger: fare you well. Exeunt [ANTONIO and his son.] DUCHESS. My laurel is all withered. CARIOLA. Look, madam, what a troop of armed men Make toward us! Re-enter BOSOLA [visarded,] with a Guard DUCHESS. O, they are very welcome: When Fortune's wheel is over-charg'd with princes, The weight makes it move swift: I would have my ruin Be sudden.--I am your adventure, am I not? BOSOLA. You are: you must see your husband no more. DUCHESS. What devil art thou that counterfeit'st heaven's thunder? BOSOLA. Is that terrible? I would have you tell me whether Is that note worse that frights the silly birds Out of the corn, or that which doth allure them To the nets? You have heark'ned to the last too much. DUCHESS. O misery! like to a rusty o'ercharg'd cannon, Shall I never fly in pieces?--Come, to what prison? BOSOLA. To none. DUCHESS. Whither, then? BOSOLA. To your palace. DUCHESS. I have heard That Charon's boat serves to convey all o'er The dismal lake, but brings none back again. BOSOLA. Your brothers mean you safety and pity. DUCHESS. Pity! With such a pity men preserve alive Pheasants and quails, when they are not fat enough To be eaten. BOSOLA. These are your children? DUCHESS. Yes. BOSOLA. Can they prattle? DUCHESS. No: But I intend, since they were born accurs'd, Curses shall be their first language. BOSOLA. Fie, madam! Forget this base, low fellow---- DUCHESS. Were I a man, I 'd beat that counterfeit face[97] into thy other. BOSOLA. One of no birth. DUCHESS. Say that he was born mean, Man is most happy when 's own actions Be arguments and examples of his virtue. BOSOLA. A barren, beggarly virtue.