How cunning you were to discharge! do you practise at the Artillery
yard? Trust a woman? never, never; Brachiano be my precedent. We lay
our souls to pawn to the devil for a little pleasure, and a woman makes
the bill of sale. That ever man should marry! For one Hypermnestra
that saved her lord and husband, forty-nine of her sisters cut their
husbands' throats all in one night. There was a shoal of virtuous
horse leeches! Here are two other instruments.
Enter Lodovico, Gasparo, still disguised as Capuchins
Vit. Help, help!
Flam. What noise is that? ha! false keys i' th 'court!
Lodo. We have brought you a mask.
Flam. A matachin it seems by your drawn swords.
Churchmen turned revelers!
Gas. Isabella! Isabella!
Lodo. Do you know us now?
Flam. Lodovico! and Gasparo!
Lodo. Yes; and that Moor the duke gave pension to
Was the great Duke of Florence.
Vit. Oh, we are lost!
Flam. You shall not take justice forth from my hands,
Oh, let me kill her!--I 'll cut my safety
Through your coats of steel. Fate 's a spaniel,
We cannot beat it from us.
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