Of Basilisks, rather than trust to tongues,
And shrink these veins up; stick me here a stone
Lasting to ages in the memory
Of this damn'd act. Hear me you wicked ones,
You have put the hills on fire into this breast,
Not to be quench'd with tears, for which may guilt
Sit on your bosoms; at your meals, and beds,
Despair await you: what, before my face?
Poyson of Aspes between your lips; Diseases
Be your best issues; Nature make a Curse
And throw it on you.

_Are_. Dear _Philaster_, leave
To be enrag'd, and hear me.

_Phi_. I have done;
Forgive my passion, not the calm'd sea,
When _AEolus_ locks up his windy brood,
Is less disturb'd than I, I'le make you know it.
Dear _Arethusa_, do but take this sword,
And search how temperate a heart I have;
Then you and this your boy, may live and raign
In lust without control; Wilt thou _Bellario_?
I prethee kill me; thou art poor, and maist
Nourish ambitious thoughts, when I am dead:
This way were freer; Am I raging now?
If I were mad I should desire to live;
Sirs, feel my pulse; whether have you known
A man in a more equal tune to die?

_Bel_. Alas my Lord, your pulse keeps madmans time,
So does your tongue.

_Phi_. You will not kill me then?

_Are_. Kill you?

_Bell_. Not for a world.

_Phi_. I blame not thee,
_Bellario_; thou hast done but that, which gods
Would have transform'd themselves to do; be gone,
Leave me without reply; this is the last
Of all our meeting. Kill me with this sword;
Be wise, or worse will follow: we are two
Earth cannot bear at once. Resolve to do, or suffer.

_Are_. If my fortunes be so good to let me fall
Upon thy hand, I shall have peace in death.
Yet tell me this, will there be no slanders,
No jealousies in the other world, no ill there?

_Phi_. No.

_Are_. Shew me then the way.

_Phi_. Then guide
My feeble hand, you that