BOSOLA. That I might find a great man like yourself, Not out of his wits, as the Lord Ferdinand, To remember my service. CARDINAL. I 'll have thee hew'd in pieces. BOSOLA. Make not yourself such a promise of that life Which is not yours to dispose of. CARDINAL. Who plac'd thee here? BOSOLA. Her lust, as she intended. CARDINAL. Very well:   Now you know me for your fellow-murderer. BOSOLA. And wherefore should you lay fair marble colours Upon your rotten purposes to me? Unless you imitate some that do plot great treasons, And when they have done, go hide themselves i' th' grave Of those were actors in 't?    CARDINAL. No more; there is A fortune attends thee. BOSOLA. Shall I go sue to Fortune any longer?   'Tis the fool's pilgrimage. CARDINAL. I have honours in store for thee. BOSOLA. There are a many ways that conduct to seeming Honour, and some of them very dirty ones. CARDINAL. Throw to the devil Thy melancholy. The fire burns well; What need we keep a stirring of 't, and make A greater smother?[132] Thou wilt kill Antonio? BOSOLA. Yes. CARDINAL. Take up that body. BOSOLA. I think I shall Shortly grow the common bier for church-yards. CARDINAL. I will allow thee some dozen of attendants To aid thee in the murder. BOSOLA. O, by no means. Physicians that apply horse-leeches to any rank swelling use to cut off their tails, that the blood may run through them the faster:  let me have no train when I go to shed blood, less it make me have a greater when I ride to the gallows. CARDINAL. Come to me after midnight, to help to remove That body to her own lodging. I 'll give out She died o' th' plague; 'twill breed the less inquiry After her death. BOSOLA. Where 's Castruccio her husband? CARDINAL. He 's rode to Naples, to take possession Of Antonio's citadel. BOSOLA. Believe me, you have done a very happy turn. CARDINAL. Fail not to come. There is the master-key Of our lodgings; and by that you may conceive What trust I plant in you. BOSOLA. You shall find me ready. Exit CARDINAL. O poor Antonio, though nothing be so needful To thy estate as pity, yet I find Nothing so dangerous! I must look to my footing:   In such slippery ice-pavements men had need To be frost-nail'd well, they may break their necks else; The precedent 's here afore me. How this man Bears up in blood! seems fearless! Why, 'tis well; Security some men call the suburbs of hell, Only a dead wall between. Well, good Antonio, I 'll seek thee out; and all my care shall be To put thee into safety from the reach Of 

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