noble giver. DELIO. You instruct me well. ANTONIO. Why, here 's a man now would fright impudence   ]From sauciest beggars. PESCARA. Prince Ferdinand 's come to Milan, Sick, as they give out, of an apoplexy; But some say 'tis a frenzy:  I am going To visit him. Exit. ANTONIO.       'Tis a noble old fellow. DELIO. What course do you mean to take, Antonio? ANTONIO. This night I mean to venture all my fortune, Which is no more than a poor ling'ring life, To the cardinal's worst of malice. I have got Private access to his chamber; and intend To visit him about the mid of night, As once his brother did our noble duchess.   It may be that the sudden apprehension Of danger,—for I 'll go in mine own shape,—   When he shall see it fraight[123] with love and duty, May draw the poison out of him, and work A friendly reconcilement. If it fail, Yet it shall rid me of this infamous calling; For better fall once than be ever falling. DELIO. I 'll second you in all danger; and howe'er, My life keeps rank with yours. ANTONIO. You are still my lov'd and best friend. Exeunt. 

        Scene II[124]         [Enter] PESCARA and DOCTOR PESCARA. Now, doctor, may I visit your patient? DOCTOR. If 't please your lordship; but he 's instantly To take the air here in the gallery By my direction. PESCARA. Pray thee, what 's his disease? DOCTOR. A very pestilent disease, my lord, They call lycanthropia. PESCARA. What 's that? I need a dictionary to 't. DOCTOR. I 'll tell you. In those that are possess'd with 't there o'erflows Such melancholy humour they imagine Themselves to be transformed into wolves; Steal forth to church-yards in the dead of night, And dig dead bodies up:  as two nights since One met the duke 'bout midnight in a lane Behind Saint Mark's church, with the leg of a man Upon his shoulder; and he howl'd fearfully; Said he was a wolf, only the difference Was, a wolf's skin was hairy on the outside, His on the inside; bade them take their swords, Rip up his flesh, and try. Straight I was sent for, And, having minister'd to him, found his grace Very well recover'd. PESCARA. I am glad on 't. DOCTOR. Yet not without some fear Of a relapse. If he grow to his fit again, I 'll go a nearer way to work with him Than ever Paracelsus dream'd of; if They 'll give me leave, I 'll buffet his madness out of him. Stand aside; he comes.         [Enter FERDINAND, CARDINAL, MALATESTI, and BOSOLA]    FERDINAND. Leave me. MALATESTI. Why doth your lordship love this solitariness? FERDINAND.  

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