_Sal._ Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes, For villany is not without such rheum;[538] And he, long traded in it, makes it seem Like rivers of remorse and innocency.[539] 110 Away with me, all you whose souls abhor The uncleanly savours of a slaughter-house;[540] For I am stifled with this smell of sin.[541] _Big._ Away toward Bury, to the Dauphin there! _Pem._ There tell the king he may inquire us out. 115 [_Exeunt Lords._ _Bast._ Here's a good world! Knew you of this fair work?[542] Beyond the infinite and boundless reach[543] Of mercy, if thou didst this deed of death,[543] Art thou damn'd, Hubert.[543] _Hub._ Do but hear me, sir. _Bast._ Ha! I'll tell thee what; 120 Thou'rt damn'd as black--nay, nothing is so black;[544] Thou art more deep damn'd than Prince Lucifer: There is not yet so ugly a fiend of hell As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this child. _Hub._ Upon my soul--[545] _Bast._ If thou didst but consent 125 To this most cruel act, do but despair; And if thou want'st a cord, the smallest thread That ever spider twisted from her womb Will serve to strangle thee; a rush will be a beam[546] To hang thee on; or wouldst thou drown thyself,[547] 130 Put but a little water in a spoon, And it shall be as all the ocean, Enough to stifle such a villain up. I do suspect thee very grievously. _Hub._ If I in act, consent, or sin of thought, 135 Be guilty of the stealing that sweet breath Which was embounded in this beauteous clay, Let hell want pains enough to torture me. I left him well.