taking up Great sums of money, for sure he 's in want; Or else to go to the picture-makers, and learn Who bought[130] her picture lately:  some of these Happily may take. BOSOLA. Well, I 'll not freeze i' th' business:   I would see that wretched thing, Antonio, Above all sights i' th' world. CARDINAL. Do, and be happy. Exit. BOSOLA. This fellow doth breed basilisks in 's eyes, He 's nothing else but murder; yet he seems Not to have notice of the duchess' death.   'Tis his cunning:  I must follow his example; There cannot be a surer way to trace Than that of an old fox.         [Re-enter JULIA, with a pistol]    JULIA. So, sir, you are well met. BOSOLA. How Now! JULIA. Nay, the doors are fast enough:   Now, sir, I will make you confess your treachery. BOSOLA. Treachery! JULIA. Yes, confess to me Which of my women 'twas you hir'd to put Love-powder into my drink? BOSOLA. Love-powder! JULIA. Yes, when I was at Malfi. Why should I fall in love with such a face else? I have already suffer'd for thee so much pain, The only remedy to do me good Is to kill my longing. BOSOLA. Sure, your pistol holds Nothing but perfumes or kissing-comfits.[131]   Excellent lady! You have a pretty way on 't to discover   Your longing. Come, come, I 'll disarm you, And arm you thus:  yet this is wondrous strange. JULIA. Compare thy form and my eyes together, You 'll find my love no such great miracle. Now you 'll say I am wanton:  this nice modesty in ladies Is but a troublesome familiar That haunts them. BOSOLA. Know you me, I am a blunt soldier. JULIA. The better:   Sure, there wants fire where there are no lively sparks Of roughness. BOSOLA. And I want compliment. JULIA. Why, ignorance In courtship cannot make you do amiss, If you have a heart to do well. BOSOLA. You are very fair. JULIA. Nay, if you lay beauty to my charge, I must plead unguilty. BOSOLA. Your bright eyes Carry a quiver of darts in them sharper Than sun-beams. JULIA. You will mar me with commendation, Put yourself to the charge of courting me, Whereas now I woo you. BOSOLA.  [Aside.] I have it, I will work upon this creature.—   Let us grow most amorously familiar:   If the great cardinal now should see me thus, Would he not count me a villain? JULIA. No; he might count me a wanton, Not lay a scruple of offence on you; For if I see and steal a diamond, The fault is not i' th' stone, but in me the thief That purloins it. I am sudden 

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