Yes. DUCHESS. Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength Must pull down heaven upon me:—   Yet stay; heaven-gates are not so highly arch'd As princes' palaces; they that enter there Must go upon their knees [Kneels].—Come, violent death, Serve for mandragora to make me sleep!—   Go tell my brothers, when I am laid out, They then may feed in quiet. They strangle her. BOSOLA. Where 's the waiting-woman?? Fetch her:  some other strangle the children.        [Enter CARIOLA]   Look you, there sleeps your mistress. CARIOLA. O, you are damn'd Perpetually for this! My turn is next; Is 't not so ordered? BOSOLA.                Yes, and I am glad You are so well prepar'd for 't. CARIOLA. You are deceiv'd, sir, I am not prepar'd for 't, I will not die; I will first come to my answer,[118] and know How I have offended. BOSOLA. Come, despatch her.—   You kept her counsel; now you shall keep ours. CARIOLA. I will not die, I must not; I am contracted To a young gentleman. FIRST EXECUTIONER. Here 's your wedding-ring. CARIOLA. Let me but speak with the duke. I 'll discover Treason to his person. BOSOLA. Delays:—throttle her. FIRST EXECUTIONER. She bites and scratches. CARIOLA.                                      If you kill me now, I am damn'd; I have not been at confession This two years. BOSOLA.  [To Executioners.] When?[119]    CARIOLA. I am quick with child. BOSOLA. Why, then, Your credit 's saved.        [Executioners strangle Cariola.]                          Bear her into the next room; Let these lie still.        [Exeunt the Executioners with the body of CARIOLA.]         [Enter FERDINAND]    FERDINAND. Is she dead? BOSOLA. She is what You 'd have her. But here begin your pity:        Shows the Children strangled. Alas, how have these offended?    FERDINAND. The death Of young wolves is never to be pitied. BOSOLA. Fix your eye here. FERDINAND. Constantly. BOSOLA. Do you not weep? Other sins only speak; murder shrieks out. The element of water moistens the earth, But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens. FERDINAND. Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle:  she died young. BOSOLA. I think not so; her infelicity Seem'd to have years too many. FERDINAND. She and I were twins; And should I die this instant, I had liv'd Her time to a minute. BOSOLA. It seems she was born first:   You have bloodily approv'd the ancient 

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