laid by and never thought of.        [Dies.]    PESCARA. How fatally, it seems, he did withstand His own rescue! MALATESTI. Thou wretched thing of blood, How came Antonio by his death? BOSOLA. In a mist; I know not how:   Such a mistake as I have often seen In a play. O, I am gone! We are only like dead walls or vaulted graves, That, ruin'd, yield no echo. Fare you well. It may be pain, but no harm, to me to die In so good a quarrel. O, this gloomy world! In what a shadow, or deep pit of darkness, Doth womanish and fearful mankind live! Let worthy minds ne'er stagger in distrust To suffer death or shame for what is just:   Mine is another voyage.        [Dies.]    PESCARA. The noble Delio, as I came to th' palace, Told me of Antonio's being here, and show'd me A pretty gentleman, his son and heir.         [Enter DELIO, and ANTONIO'S Son]    MALATESTI. O sir, you come too late! DELIO. I heard so, and Was arm'd for 't, ere I came. Let us make noble use Of this great ruin; and join all our force To establish this young hopeful gentleman In 's mother's right. These wretched eminent things Leave no more fame behind 'em, than should one Fall in a frost, and leave his print in snow; As soon as the sun shines, it ever melts, Both form and matter. I have ever thought Nature doth nothing so great for great men As when she 's pleas'd to make them lords of truth:   Integrity of life is fame's best friend, Which nobly, beyond death, shall crown the end. Exeunt. 

  

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       1 (return) [ Malfi. The presence-chamber in the palace of the Duchess.]     

  

       2 (return) [ Prevent.]     

  

       3 (return) [ The same.]     

  

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