_Bos._ Smother thy pity, thou art dead else.--Antonio! The man I would have saved 'bove mine own life! We are merely the stars' tennis-balls, struck and bandied Which way please them.--O good Antonio, I'll whisper one thing in thy dying ear Shall make thy heart break quickly! thy fair duchess and two sweet children-- _Ant._ Their very names Kindle a little life in me. _Bos._ Are murdered. _Ant._ Some men have wished to die At the hearing of sad things; I am glad That I shall do't in sadness:[142] I would not now Wish my wounds balmed nor healed, for I have no use To put my life to. In all our quest of greatness, Like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, We follow after bubbles blown in the air. Pleasure of life, what is't? only the good hours Of an ague; merely a preparative to rest, To endure vexation. I do not ask The process of my death; only commend me To Delio. _Bos._ Break, heart! _Ant._ And let my son fly the courts of princes. [_Dies._ _Bos._ Thou seem'st to have loved Antonio? _Serv._ I brought him hither, To have reconciled him to the cardinal. _Bos._ I do not ask thee that. Take him up, if thou tender thine own life, And bear him where the lady Julia Was wont to lodge.--O, my fate moves swift; I have this cardinal in the forge already; Now I'll bring him to the hammer. O direful misprision! I will not imitate things glorious, No more than base; I'll be mine own example.-- On, on, and look thou represent, for silence, The thing thou bear'st. [_Exeunt._ SCENE V.--_Another Apartment in the same._ _Enter_ Cardinal, _with a book._ _Card._ I am puzzled in a question about hell: He says, in hell there's one material fire, And yet it shall not burn all men alike. Lay him by. How tedious is a guilty conscience! When I look into the fish-ponds in my garden, Methinks I see a thing armed with a rake, That seems to strike at me. _Enter_ BOSOLA, _and_ Servant _bearing_ ANTONIO'S _body._ Now, art thou come? Thou look'st ghastly: There sits in thy face some great determination Mixed with some fear. _Bos._ Thus it lightens into action: I am come to kill thee. _Card._ Ha!--Help! our guard! _Bos._ Thou art deceived; They are out of thy howling. _Card._ Hold; and I will faithfully divide Revenues with thee. _Bos._ Thy prayers and proffers Are both unseasonable. _Card._ Raise the watch! we are betrayed! _Bos._ I have confined your flight: I'll suffer your retreat to Julia's chamber, But no further. _Card._ Help! we are betrayed! _Enter, above,_ PESCARA, MALATESTI, RODERIGO, _and_ GRISOLAN. _Mal._ Listen. _Card._ My dukedom for rescue! _Rod._ Fie upon his counterfeiting! _Mal._ Why, 'tis not the cardinal. _Rod._ Yes, yes, 'tis he: But I'll see him hanged ere I'll go down to him.