_Ferd._ The howling of a wolf Is music to thee, screech-owl: prithee, peace.-- Whate'er thou art that hast enjoyed my sister, For I am sure thou hear'st me, for thine own sake Let me not know thee. I came hither prepared To work thy discovery; yet am now persuaded It would beget such violent effects As would damn us both. I would not for ten millions I had beheld thee: therefore use all means I never may have knowledge of thy name; Enjoy thy lust still, and a wretched life, On that condition.--And for thee, vile woman, If thou do wish thy lecher may grow old In thy embracements, I would have thee build Such a room for him as our anchorites To holier use inhabit. Let not the sun Shine on him till he's dead; let dogs and monkeys Only converse with him, and such dumb things To whom nature denies use to sound his name; Do not keep a paraquito, lest she learn it; If thou do love him, cut out thine own tongue, Lest it bewray him. _Duch._ Why might not I marry? I have not gone about in this to create Any new world or custom. _Ferd._ Thou art undone; And thou hast ta'en that massy sheet of lead That hid thy husband's bones, and folded it About my heart. _Duch._ Mine bleeds for't. _Ferd._ Thine! thy heart! What should I name't unless a hollow bullet Filled with unquenchable wild-fire? _Duch._ You are in this Too strict; and were you not my princely brother, I would say, too wilful: my reputation Is safe. _Ferd._ Dost thou know what reputation is? I'll tell thee,--to small purpose, since the instruction Comes now too late. Upon a time Reputation, Love, and Death, Would travel o'er the world; and it was concluded That they should part, and take three several ways. Death told them, they should find him in great battles, Or cities plagued with plagues: Love gives them counsel To inquire for him 'mongst unambitious shepherds, Where dowries were not talked of, and sometimes 'Mongst quiet kindred that had nothing left By their dead parents: "Stay," quoth Reputation, "Do not forsake me; for it is my nature. If once I part from any man I meet, I am never found again." And so for you: You have shook hands with Reputation, And made him invisible. So, fare you well: I will never see you more. _Duch._ Why should only I, Of all the other princes of the world, Be cased up, like a holy relic? I have youth And a little beauty. _Ferd._ So you have some virgins That are witches. I will never see thee more. [_Exit._ _Re-enter_ ANTONIO _with a pistol, and_ CARIOLA. _Duch._ You saw this apparition? _Ant._ Yes: we are Betrayed. How came he hither? I should turn This to thee, for that. _Cari._ Pray, sir, do; and when That you have cleft my heart, you shall read there Mine innocence. _Duch._ That gallery gave him entrance.