_Mal._ Ay, 'tis your young lord's fashion to do so, though he was so lazy, being a bachelor, that he would never travel so far as the university: yet when he married her, tales off, and, Catso,[547] for England! 220 _Men._ And why for England? _Mal._ Because there is no brothel-houses there. _Men._ Nor courtezans? _Mal._ Neither; your whore went down with the stews, and your punk came up with your puritan. _Men._ Canst thou empoison? canst thou empoison? _Mal._ Excellently; no Jew, pothecary, or politician better. Look ye, here's a box: whom wouldst thou empoison? here's a box [_Giving it_], which, opened and the fume ta'en[548] up in conduits[549] thorough which the brain purges itself, doth instantly for twelve hours' space bind up all show of life in a deep senseless sleep: here's another [_Giving it_], which, being opened under the sleeper's nose, chokes all the pores[550] of life, kills him suddenly. 235 _Men._ I'll try experiments; 'tis good not to be deceived.--So, so; catso! [_Seems to poison_ MALEVOLE,_ who falls._ Who would fear that may destroy? Death hath no teeth nor[551] tongue; And he that's great, to him are slaves, 240 Shame, murder, fame, and wrong.-- Celso! _Enter_ CELSO. _Celso._ My honour'd lord? _Men._ The good Malevole, that plain-tongu'd man, Alas, is dead on sudden, wondrous strangely! He held in our esteem good place. Celso, See him buried, see him buried. _Celso._ I shall observe ye. _Men._ And, Celso, prithee, let it be thy care to-night To have some pretty show, to solemnise Our high instalment; some music, maskery. 250 We'll give fair entertain unto Maria, The duchess to the banish'd Altofront: Thou shalt conduct her from the citadel Unto the palace. Think on some maskery. _Celso._ Of what shape, sweet lord? _Men._ What[552] shape! why, any quick-done fiction; As some brave spirits of the Genoan dukes, To come out of Elysium, forsooth, Led in by Mercury, to gratulate Our happy fortune; some such anything, 260 Some far-fet[553] trick good for ladies, some stale toy Or other, no matter, so't be of our devising. Do thou prepare't; 'tis but for fashion[554] sake; Fear not, it shall be grac'd, man, it shall take. _Celso._ All service.