[494] Ed. 2. "too." [495] Fall with violence.--The word is used of a hawk swooping down on its prey. [496] Old eds. "the." [497] "i.e., _dashed_. It is a North-country word. See Ray's _Collection of English Words_, p. 54, ed. 1768."--_Reed._ [498] Some copies of ed. 1. "O ô me." [499] "præmium incertum petis, Certum scelus."--Seneca, _Phoen._ 632. [500] Ed. 1. "Iste." [501] Intimate. [502] Ed. 2. "Skud quicke like lightning. \ _Pie._ Good deedes crawl, but mischiefe flies." [503] A contraction of "_Thou must_." [504] "In the margin at this place, the words '_shoots under his belly_' are inserted; which is merely an explanation of the manner in which a corrupted churchman makes religion his _stalking-horse_, viz. by shooting at his object under its belly."--_Collier._ [505] Upbraids. SCENE II. _Court of the Palace._ _Enter_ MALEVOLE _and_ PIETRO, _still disguised, at several doors_. _Mal._ How do you? how dost, duke? _Pietro._ O, let The last day fall! drop, drop on[506] our curs'd heads! Let heaven unclasp itself, vomit forth flames: _Mal._ O, do not rave,[507] do not turn player; there's [_Exit._more of them than can well live one by another already. What, art an infidel still? _Pietro._ I am amazed;[508] struck in a swown with wonder: I am commanded to poison thee-- _Mal._ I am commanded to poison thee at supper-- _Pietro._ At supper-- _Mal._ In the citadel-- _Pietro._ In the citadel. 10 _Mal._ Cross capers! tricks! truth o' heaven! he[509] would discharge us as boys do eldern guns, one pellet to strike out another. Of what faith art now? _Pietro._ All is damnation; wickedness extreme: There is no faith in man. _Mal._ In none but usurers and brokers; they deceive no man: men take 'em for blood-suckers, and so they are. Now, God deliver me from my friends! _Pietro._ Thy friends! 19 _Mal._ Yes, from my friends; for from mine enemies I'll deliver myself. O, cut-throat friendship is the rankest villainy! Mark this Mendoza; mark him for a villain: but heaven will send a plague upon him for a rogue. _Pietro._ O world! _Mal._ World! 'tis the only region of death, the greatest shop of the devil; the crudest prison of men, out of the which none pass without paying their dearest breath for a fee; there's nothing perfect in it but extreme, extreme calamity, such as comes yonder. _Enter_ AURELIA, _two halberts before and two after, supported by_ CELSO _and_ FERRARDO; AURELIA _in base mourning attire_. _Aur._ To banishment! lead[510] on to banishment! 30 _Pietro._ Lady, the blessedness of repentance to you!