_Brach._ Nothing! rare! nothing! when I want money, Our treasury is empty, there is nothing: I'll not be used thus. _Vit. Cor._ O, lie still, my lord! _Brach._ See, see Flamineo, that killed his brother, Is dancing on the ropes there, and he carries A money-bag in each hand, to keep him even, For fear of breaking's neck: and there's a lawyer, In a gown whipt with velvet, stares and gapes When the money will fall. How the rogue cuts capers! It should have been in a halter. 'Tis there: what's she? _Flam._ Vittoria, my lord. _Brach._ Ha, ha, ha! her hair is sprinkled with arras-powder,[84] That makes her look as if she had sinned in the pastry,-- What's he? _Flam._ A divine, my lord. [BRACHIANO _seems here near his end:_ LODOVICO _and_ GASPARO, _in the habit of_ Capuchins, _present him in his bed with a crucifix and hallowed candle._ _Brach._ He will be drunk; avoid him: the argument Is fearful, when churchmen stagger in't. Look you, six grey rats, that have lost their tails, Crawl up the pillow: send for a rat-catcher: I'll do a miracle, I'll free the court From all foul vermin. Where's Flamineo? _Flam._ I do not like that he names me so often, Especially on's death-bed: 'tis a sign [_Aside._ I shall not live long.--See, he's near his end. _Lod._ Pray, give us leave.--_Attende, domine Brachiane._ _Flam._ See, see how firmly he doth fix his eye Upon the crucifix. _Vit. Cor._ O, hold it constant! It settles his wild spirits; and so his eyes Melt into tears. _Lod. Domine Brachiane, solebas in bello tutus esse tuo clypeo; nunc hunc clypeum hosti tuo opponas infernali._ [_By the crucifix._ _Gas. Olim hasta valuisti in bello; nunc hanc sacrum hastam vibrabis contra hostem animarum._ [_By the hallowed taper._ _Lod. Attende, domine Brachiane; si nunc quoque probas ea quæ acta sunt inter nos, flecte caput in dextrum._ _Gas. Esto securus, domine Brachiane; cogita quantum habeas meritorum; denique memineris meam animam pro tuâ oppignoratam si quid esset periculi._ _Lod. Si nunc quoque probas ea quæ acta sunt inter nos, flecte caput in lævum.--_ He is departing: pray, stand all apart, And let us only whisper in his ears Some private meditations, which our order Permits you not to hear. [_Here, the rest being departed_, LODOVICO _and_ GASPARO _discover themselves._ _Gas._ Brachiano,-- _Lod._ Devil Brachiano, thou art damned. _Gas._ Perpetually. _Lod._ A slave condemned and given up to the gallows Is thy great lord and master. _Gas._ True; for thou Art given up to the devil. _Lod._ O you slave! You that were held the famous politician, Whose art was poison! _Gas._ And whose conscience, murder! _Lod._ That would have broke your wife's neck down the stairs, Ere she was poisoned! _Gas._ That had your villanous salads! _Lod._ And fine embroidered bottles and perfumes, Equally mortal with a winter-plague!