Prince. — ^Another Hfel Were there any left to die? How did the
poor fool come by it?

Gow. — Simpliciter thus. She that damned him to death knew not that
she did it, or would have died ere she had done it. For she loved him. He
that hangs him does so in obedience to the Duke, and asks no more than
• Where is the rope ? " The Duke, very exactly he hath told us, works God's
will, in which holy employ he's not to be questioned. We have then left
upon this finger, only Jack whose soul now plucks the left sleeve of Destinv
in Hell to overtake why she clapped him up like a fly on a stmny wall
Whuff 1 Soh!

Prince. — Your cloak, Ferdinand. Ill sleep now.
Ferdinand. — Sleep, then . . He too, bved his Kfe?

Gow. — He was bom of woman . . . but at the end threw Hfe from
him, like your Prince, for a little sleep . . . "Have I anv look of a
King ? " said he, clanking his chain — "to be so baited on all sides oy Fortune,
that I must e'en die now to Hve with myself one day longer?'* I left him
railinff at Fortime and woman's love.
Ferdinand. — Ah, woman's love I

iAsid$) Who knows not Fortime, glutted on easy thronea.
Stealing from feasts as rare to coneycatch»
Privily in the hedgerows for a clown
T^th that same cruel-histful hand and eye.
Those nails and wedaas, that one hammer and lead*
And the very gerb of long-stored lightnings k>08ed
Yesterday 'gainst some £ang.
