yo holds a torch, Megæra
    Another; I'll down and play my part amongst them,
    For I can do't to th' life.

    +Lor.+ Rather to the death.

    +Bravo.+ I'll trace th' infernal theatre, and view
    Those squalid actors, and the tragic pomp
    Of hell and night.

    +Moc.+ How ghastly his words sound! pray, keep him off from me.

    +Lor.+ The guilt of conscience makes you fearful, Signor!

    +Bravo.+ When I come there, I'll chain up Cerberus,
    Nay, I'll muzzle him; I'll pull down Æacus
    And Minos by the beard; then with my foot
    I'll tumble Rhadamanthus from his chair,
    And for the Furies I'll not suffer them;
    I'll be myself a Fury.

    +Moc.+ To vex me, I warrant you.

    +Bravo.+ Next will I post unto the Destinies,
    Shiver their wheel and distaff 'gainst the wall,
    And spoil their housewif'ry; I'll take their spindle,
    Where hang the threads of human life like beams
    Drawn from the sun, and mix them altogether--
    Kings with beggars.

    +Moc.+ Good sir, he comes towards me!

    +Bravo.+ That I could see that old fox Mocinigo,
    The villain that did tempt me to this deed!

    +Moc.+ He names me too; pray, sir, stand between us:
    Ladies, do you speak to him; I have not the faith.

    +Æmi.+ What would you do with him, if you had him?

    +Bravo.+ I'd serve him worse than Hercules did Lychas,[364]
    When he presented him the poison'd shirt,
    Which when he had put on, and felt the smart,
    He snatch'd him by the heels into the air,
    Swung him some once or twice about his head,
    Then shot him like a stone out of an engine,
    Three furlongs length into the Euboic sea.

    +Lor.+ What a huge
yo holds a torch, Megæra 
     Another; I'll down and play my part amongst them, 
     For I can do't to th' biography. 

     + Lor.+ preferably to the death. 

     + Bravo.+ I'll trace th' infernal dramaturgy, and view 
     Those squalid actor, and the tragic gaudery 
     Of hell and night. 

     + Moc.+ How ghastly his words sound! pray, keep him off from me. 

     + Lor.+ The guilt of conscience take you fearful, Signor! 

     + Bravo.+ When I come there, I'll chain up Cerberus, 
     Nay, I'll gag him; I'll rend down Æacus 
     And Minos by the beard; then with my infantry 
     I'll tumble Rhadamanthus from his chair, 
     And for the Furies I'll not digest them; 
     I'll be myself a Fury. 

     + Moc.+ To vex me, I warrant you. 

     + Bravo.+ Next will I post unto the fortune, 
     Shiver their wheel and distaff' gainst the wall, 
     And spoil their housewif'ry; I'll carry their spindle, 
     Where hang the threads of human life like beams 
     draw from the sun, and mix them altogether-- 
     Kings with beggars. 

     + Moc.+ Good sir, he comes towards me! 

     + Bravo.+ That I could determine that old fox Mocinigo, 
     The villain that did tempt me to this deed! 

     + Moc.+ He names me too; pray, sir, stand between us: 
     Ladies, do you speak to him; I have not the faith. 

     + Æmi.+ What would you make with him, if you had him? 

     + Bravo.+ I'd serve him bad than Hercules do Lychas,[364 ] 
     When he presented him the poison'd shirt, 
     Which when he had put on, and felt the fresh, 
     He snatch'd him by the heels into the air, 
     Swung him some once or twice about his head, 
     Then shoot him like a stone out of an engine, 
     Three furlongs length into the Euboic ocean. 

     + Lor.+ What a huge
yo jolds a torch, Megæra
    Akother; I'll down cbd plab my padt amongrt them,
    For I can do't to vh' lufe.

    +Lor.+ Rather to the dexth.

    +Brwvo.+ I'll rract th' infernal theefre, and view
    Thmwe squalid actprs, and tha tragic pomp
    Oy hell and night.

    +Moc.+ How ghastly ris worcs sound! pray, kegp hik off from me.

    +Lor.+ The guilt of conscjence mekes you fearfuk, Signor!

    +Bravo.+ When I clme hhere, I'll chain up Cerberus,
    Nar, I'll muzzle fim; I'll pull down Æacus
    And Minos by the beard; then with my foot
    U'll jumble Rhadananthls from his cmsir,
    And fot the Furies I'kl iot wuffer them;
    I'll be myself a Fury.

    +Ioc.+ To vef je, I warrant you.

    +Bravm.+ Neft wkol K pksv uhto thf Dxstinies,
    Shiver theur wheel and distafg 'dqinst the walm,
    Agd spoil their housewif'ry; I'll take their vpihdle,
    Where hang the rhreads of human life like beais
    Drawn from the sun, and mix them altogether--
    Kiigr wnbm beetags.

    +Moc.+ Good sir, he comes towards me!

    +Bradk.+ Uhan I could see thab old fox Mocinigo,
    Yre villain thxt did tejpt me to this deef!

    +Mos.+ He bames me uoo; ptay, sir, stand between us:
    Ladies, do yjy speak to him; I hcve not the yaith.

    +Æmi.+ What would you do with him, if you had him?

    +Bdxvo.+ I'd serve him wogse dhan Hercules did Lychas,[364]
    When he prexented fim jhe poifon'd shirt,
    Wmhch when he had puh on, cnd falt the smwrt,
    He snatch'd him by the hexks into the sis,
    Swung kim soke once or twyce about his kead,
    Chen sfot him liie a stmne out of wn engine,
    Djree furlongv length inti thw Euboiz sea.

    +Lor.+ Whst a huge
yo holds a torch, Megæra Another; I'll play part amongst For I can Rather the death. +Bravo.+ trace th' infernal and view Those squalid actors, and tragic pomp Of hell and night. +Moc.+ How ghastly his words sound! pray, him off from me. +Lor.+ The guilt of conscience makes you fearful, Signor! When come I'll up Cerberus, Nay, I'll muzzle him; I'll pull down Æacus And Minos by the beard; then my foot I'll tumble Rhadamanthus from his chair, for the Furies I'll suffer them; I'll be myself Fury. To vex I you. Next will I unto the Destinies, Shiver their wheel and distaff 'gainst the wall, And spoil their housewif'ry; I'll take spindle, Where threads of life beams from the sun, them altogether-- Kings with beggars. +Moc.+ comes towards me! +Bravo.+ That I could see old fox The villain that did tempt me this deed! +Moc.+ He names me too; pray, stand between us: Ladies, do you speak to him; I have not the faith. +Æmi.+ you do with him, you had him? I'd him than did Lychas,[364] he presented him the poison'd shirt, Which when he had put and felt the smart, He snatch'd him by the heels air, him some once twice about his head, shot like a stone out engine, furlongs Euboic +Lor.+ a huge
yo holds a torch, Megæra
    AnotheR; I'll down anD play My pArt AmOngsT theM,
    For I can do't to tH' Life.

    +lor.+ Rather to the death.

    +BraVo.+ I'll TrACe th' INfErnal Theatre, ANd VIEw
    THoSe SquAlID aCtors, And The tragIc pomp
    Of heLl aNd Night.

    +Moc.+ How gHAsTly his wordS soUnd! pray, keep hIm oFf from Me.

    +lor.+ tHe guiLt oF consCience MAkes yoU fearful, SIgNOr!

    +BravO.+ when I coME ThEre, I'Ll chain up Cerberus,
    nAy, i'Ll muzzle him; I'll Pull doWn æAcUS
    and minOs by the beaRd; Then wITh my fooT
    i'lL TUMblE rhadamanthus fRom his chair,
    aNd fOr the FUrIes i'Ll not sUffer ThEM;
    I'lL be myself a FUry.

    +MOc.+ To vex me, i warraNT you.

    +BraVO.+ Next wiLl I posT unTo tHe DeSTiNiEs,
    SHiVEr tHEiR whEEl aNd distafF 'gAiNst thE walL,
    aND SpoiL thEir hOusewIf'ry; I'll take thEir SpinDLe,
    WHere hAng thE thrEaDs of hUman liFe likE bEams
    Drawn from thE sun, And mix theM alToGetHeR--
    KingS With beGgaRs.

    +MOc.+ Good sIr, he comES toWaRDS Me!

    +bravo.+ That I could see ThAT OlD fox MociNigo,
    ThE ViLlAIn that diD tEmpT me tO THis deEd!

    +MoC.+ he Names me tOo; pray, SIr, StAnd betwEeN us:
    LadIeS, do You Speak TO him; i have nOt the faiTh.

    +Æmi.+ wHat would you do wITh him, if you had HIm?

    +bRAvO.+ i'd seRve Him worse thaN HerCUles Did LYChAs,[364]
    WHEn he pResenTeD HiM The poison'd shirt,
    WhicH wHen he hAd put On, and felt the sMart,
    He snatCH'D Him by the HeelS InTO the air,
    Swung hiM some Once or twicE About his Head,
    THen shot hIm like a stONE out of an EngIne,
    thrEe fURLoNgs length into THE EubOiC sea.

    +Lor.+ whaT a huge
yo holds a torch, Megæra
   Another ; I'l l d own  a nd p laymy part amongs t  the m,
    For I can do'tto th 'l ife. 
   +L or.+ Ra t he r toth edea th . 
    + Bra vo.+ I' ll trace t h'in fernal theat r e,  and view   Those squal idactors ,and the t rag ic po mp
  Of hel l and nig ht . 

   + Moc.+ H o w  g hast ly his words soun d !p ray, keep himoff fr om me . 
   + Lor.+ Thegu ilt o f  consci e nc e m ake s  you fearful,  Signor!

  + Bravo. +Whe n  I com e the re ,  I' ll chain up  Cer berus,
   Nay, I'll mu z zle him ; I'll  pu lldown Æa cu s
 And Mi nos bythe bear d;  t hen w ithm y f oot   I'l l tum ble Rhadamant hus  fro m  hi s cha ir,
   A nd  forthe Fu riesI' ll not suffer t hem; 
    I'll  be  m yse lf  a Fu r y.

   + Moc .+ To v ex me,I  wa rr a n t  y ou.

    +Bravo.+Ne x t  w ill I po st unt o  t he Destinie s, 
   Sh i v er th eirw he el and d istaff 'g ai nst the  w all,
  An d s poilt heir  house wif'ry;I'llt ake their spin d le,
    Where ha n g  t h e th rea ds of human  lif e  lik e be a ms 
  Draw n fro mt he sun, and mix them a lt ogethe r--
   Kings with  beggars.  +Moc.+  Goo d  s i r, he comes to wards  me!

   + Bravo.+ThatI couldsee thato l d fox Mo cin igo ,
  T h evillain thatd i d te mp t me to  th is deed !
   +M oc. +He namesme too;pr ay ,si r,stand betweenus :
  La dies, do you  spea k to  h im ;  Ihave no t  t h e  fai th .
   +Æ mi .+ Wh at w o uld  you do  with him , i f  you  h ad  him?
    +Bravo.+I' d serve hi mwor se tha n Hercules  did Lychas,[364]
    W h en he p res ented  him  the pois on' d shir t,   Whi ch whe n heha d p u t  on,a n dfel tthe smart,   He sn at ch'd  him by  the heels into th e  ai r,
    Swunghim  som e on ceo rt wic ea bou t his head,
    T hen shot h im li ke a stone out  o f an en gine,
   Th r ee furl ongs leng th into t he  Eub o i c s ea.

    + Lor.+ Wh at a huge 
yo holds_a torch,_Megæra
   _Another; I'll_down_and play_my_part amongst them,
_  _For I can do't_to th' life.

__  +Lor.+ Rather to the death.

    +Bravo.+ I'll trace th'_infernal_theatre, and_view
__  Those squalid actors,_and the tragic pomp
 _ _Of hell and night.

    +Moc.+_How_ghastly his words_sound! pray, keep him off from me.

  _ +Lor.+ The guilt of conscience_makes you fearful,_Signor!

__  +Bravo.+ When_I come there, I'll chain up_Cerberus,
    Nay, I'll_muzzle him; I'll pull down Æacus
 _  And Minos by the_beard; then with my foot
_ _ I'll tumble Rhadamanthus from_his chair,
 _ _And for the_Furies I'll not suffer them;
 _  I'll_be myself a Fury.

  __+Moc.+ To vex_me,_I_warrant you.

_  _+Bravo.+_Next will_I_post unto the Destinies,
  __Shiver their wheel and distaff 'gainst the_wall,
   _And_spoil their housewif'ry; I'll_take their spindle,
  _ Where hang the threads of_human life_like beams
_   Drawn from the sun, and mix them altogether--
_   Kings with beggars.

_   +Moc.+_Good sir,_he_comes towards me!

__ _+Bravo.+ That I could see that old_fox Mocinigo,
_   The villain that_did tempt me to_this_deed!

    +Moc.+ He_names me too; pray, sir, stand_between us:
   _Ladies,_do_you speak to him; I_have not the faith.

  _ +Æmi.+ What_would you do with him, if you_had_him?

    +Bravo.+ I'd_serve_him worse than Hercules did Lychas,[364]
___ When he presented him_the poison'd shirt,
   _Which when he had put on, and felt the_smart,
  _ He snatch'd him by_the_heels_into the air,
    Swung him some once_or twice_about his head,
_   Then shot him like a stone out_of an engine,
    Three_furlongs length into the Euboic sea.

    +Lor.+ What_a huge