CARDINAL. I am busy; leave me[.] JULIA [Aside.] What an excellent shape hath that fellow! Exit. CARDINAL. 'Tis thus. Antonio lurks here in Milan: Inquire him out, and kill him. While he lives, Our sister cannot marry; and I have thought Of an excellent match for her. Do this, and style me Thy advancement. BOSOLA. But by what means shall I find him out? CARDINAL. There is a gentleman call'd Delio Here in the camp, that hath been long approv'd His loyal friend. Set eye upon that fellow; Follow him to mass; may be Antonio, Although he do account religion But a school-name, for fashion of the world May accompany him; or else go inquire out Delio's confessor, and see if you can bribe Him to reveal it. There are a thousand ways A man might find to trace him; as to know What fellows haunt the Jews for taking up Great sums of money, for sure he 's in want; Or else to go to the picture-makers, and learn Who bought[130] her picture lately: some of these Happily may take. BOSOLA. Well, I 'll not freeze i' th' business: I would see that wretched thing, Antonio, Above all sights i' th' world. CARDINAL. Do, and be happy. Exit. BOSOLA. This fellow doth breed basilisks in 's eyes, He 's nothing else but murder; yet he seems Not to have notice of the duchess' death. 'Tis his cunning: I must follow his example; There cannot be a surer way to trace Than that of an old fox. [Re-enter JULIA, with a pistol] JULIA. So, sir, you are well met. BOSOLA. How Now! JULIA. Nay, the doors are fast enough: Now, sir, I will make you confess your treachery. BOSOLA. Treachery! JULIA. Yes, confess to me Which of my women 'twas you hir'd to put Love-powder into my drink? BOSOLA. Love-powder! JULIA. Yes, when I was at Malfi. Why should I fall in love with such a face else? I have already suffer'd for thee so much pain, The only remedy to do me good Is to kill my longing. BOSOLA. Sure, your pistol holds Nothing but perfumes or kissing-comfits.[131] Excellent lady! You have a pretty way on 't to discover Your longing. Come, come, I 'll disarm you, And arm you thus: yet this is wondrous strange. JULIA. Compare thy form and my eyes together, You 'll find my love no such great miracle. Now you 'll say I am wanton: this nice modesty in ladies Is but a troublesome familiar That haunts them. BOSOLA. Know you me, I am a blunt soldier. JULIA. The better: Sure, there wants fire where there are no lively sparks Of roughness. BOSOLA. And I want compliment. JULIA. Why, ignorance In courtship cannot make you do amiss, If you have a heart to do well. BOSOLA. You are very fair.