eighbors?
They are mad folks.

"_Bosola._ Remove that noise.

"_Duchess._ Farewell, Cariola.
In my last will I have not much to give:
A many hungry guests have fed upon me;
Thine will be a poor reversion.

"_Cariola._ I will die with her.

"_Duchess._ I pray thee, look thou giv'st my little boy
Some syrup for his cold, and let the girl
Say her prayers ere she sleep. Now what you please:
What death?

"_Bosola._ Strangling; here are your executioners.

* * * *

"_Duchess._ Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength
Must pull down heaven upon me:
Yet stay, heaven-gates are not so highly arched
As princes' palaces; they that enter there
Must go upon their knees. Come, violent death.
Serve for mandragora to make me sleep.
Go, tell my brothers; when I am laid out,
They then may feed in quiet."

The strange, unearthly stupor which precedes the remorse of Ferdinand
for her murder is true to nature, and especially his nature. Bosola,
pointing to the dead body of the Duchess, says:

"Fix your eye here.

"_Ferd._ Constantly.

"_Bosola._ Do you not weep?
Other sins only speak; murther shrieks out:
The element of water moistens the earth,
But blood flies upwards and bedews the heavens.

"_Ferd._ Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle;
She died young.

"_Bosola._ I think not so; her infelicity
Seemed to have years too many.

"_Ferd._ She and I were twins:
And should I die this instant, I had lived
Her time to a minute."

We have said that Webster's peculiarity is the tenacity of his hold on
the mental and moral constitution of his characters. We know of their
appetites and passions only by their effects on their souls. He has
properly no sensuousness. Thus in "The White Devil," his other great
tragedy, the events proceed from the passion of Brachiano for Vittoria
Corombona,--a passion so intense as to lead one to order the murder of
his wife, and the other the murder of her husband. If either Fletcher or
Ford had attempted the subject, the sensual and emotional motives to the
crime would have been represented with overpowering force, and expressed
in the most alluring images, so that wickedness would have been almost
resolved into weakness; but Webster lifts the wickedness at once from
the senses into the region of the soul, exhibits its results