| ANTONIO |
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| There perish both – down to the house of falsehood |
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| Where perjurous wedlock weeps! Oh perjurous woman! |
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| She’d took the innocence of sleep upon her |
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| At my approach and would not see me come, |
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| As if she’d lain there like a harmless soul |
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| And never dreamed of mischief. What’s all this now? |
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| I feel no ease; the burden’s not yet off |
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| So long as th’ abuse sticks in my knowledge. |
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| Oh ’tis a pain of hell to know one’s shame. |
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| Had it been hid and done, it’d been done happy – |
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| For he that’s ignorant lives long and merry. |
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| FRANCISCA |
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| [Aside] I shall know all now. [To ANTONIO] Brother! |
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| ANTONIO Come down quickly, |
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| For I must kill thee too. |
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| FRANCISCA Me? |
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| ANTONIO Stay not long, |
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| If thou desir’st to die with little pain. |
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| Make haste I’d wish thee, and come willingly. |
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| If I be forced to come, I shall be cruel |
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| Above a man to thee. |
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| FRANCISCA Why sir! My brother! |
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| ANTONIO |
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| Talk to thy soul, if thou wilt talk at all; |
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| To me thou’rt lost for ever. |
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| FRANCISCA This is fearful in you, |
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| Beyond all reason brother. Would you thus |
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| Reward me for my care and truth shown to you? |
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| ANTONIO |
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| A curse upon ’em both and thee for company! |
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| ’Tis that too diligent, thankless care of thine |
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| Makes me a murderer – and that ruinous truth |
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| That lights me to the knowledge of my shame. |
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| Hadst thou been secret, then had I been happy |
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| And had a hope, like man, of joys to come. |
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| Now here I stand, a stain to my creation, |
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| And, which is heavier than all torments to me, |
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| Have understanding of this base adultery – |
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| And that thou toldst me first, which thou deserv’st |
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| Death worthily for. |
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| FRANCISCA If that be the worst, hold sir, |
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| Hold brother! I can ease your knowledge straight, |
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| By my soul’s hopes, I can. There’s no such thing. |
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| ANTONIO |
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| How? |
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| FRANCISCA Bless me but with life, I’ll tell you all. |
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| Your bed was never wronged. |
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| ANTONIO What! Never wronged? |
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| FRANCISCA |
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| I ask but mercy as I deal with truth now. |
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| ’Twas only my deceit, my plot and cunning |
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| To bring disgrace upon her – by that means |
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| To keep mine own hid, which none knew but she. |
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| To speak troth, I had a child by Aberzanes sir. |
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| ANTONIO |
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| How! Aberzanes? |
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| FRANCISCA And my mother’s letter |
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| Was counterfeited to get time and place |
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| For my delivery. |
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| ANTONIO Oh my wrath’s redoubled! |
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| FRANCISCA |
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| At my return she could speak all my folly |
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| And blamed me with good counsel. I, for fear |
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| It should be made known, thus rewarded her, |
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| Wrought you into suspicion without cause, |
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| And at your coming raised up Gasper suddenly, |
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| Sent him but in before you by a falsehood, |
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| Which to your kindled jealousy I knew |
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| Would add enough. What’s now confessed is true. |
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| ANTONIO |
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| The more I hear, the worse it fares with me. |
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| I’ve killed ’em now for nothing; yet the shame |
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| Follows my blood still. Once more, come down. |
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