 on't make you laugh already?
    I was resolved to wake thee, before
    I sent thee to hell, because thou may'st know
    Of whose errand thou goest.

    +Duke.+ Come, come, leave
    Your foolery, lest you heat my blood.

    +Arb.+ If
    I do, I will let it out all, and that
    Will quickly cool it. I would give thee time
    To say thy prayers now, but that I know
    Thy sin to be so great, that heaven will
    Not pardon thee.

                          _Enter +Artabella+._

    +Ort.+ Who's that?

    +Art.+ 'Tis I, my lord:
    Artabella. Let me in quickly, that I
    May have one stab at his false heart, before
    My brother has put him past feeling.

    +Ort.+ And so thou shalt, brave girl.

    +Arb.+ Now, duke, good night to you, and the devil
    Send you good rest.

    +Art.+                Hold, brother.

    +Arb.+                               Who's that?

    +Art.+ 'Tis I thy injur'd sister, come to make
    The first hole in that base duke's heart; it is
    My right.

    +Arb.+ Begin, begin then, that I may
    Make an end.

    +Art.+ Stay, brother, not too fast,
    Has he said his prayers?

    +Arb.+ His pray'rs! why none
    But the devil will hear them. Come, come, sister,
    Give me the dagger again; you waste time.

    +Art.+ And so I will, the duke shan't die.

    +Arb.+ How, not die?

    +Art.+ Not die, I say.

    +Arb.+ Then you are his whore all this while, and wou'd
    Have him live, that you may be so still.

    +Art.+ Brother,
    Another word so foul, I'll strike this dagger
    Through your heart,
    Therefore hear me speak. Know then,
    'Tis I that cannot love the duke, which he
    Would never tell you, knowing 'twould make you angry
    
on't make you laugh already? 
     I was resolved to wake thee, before 
     I sent thee to hell, because thou may'st acknowledge 
     Of whose errand thousand goest. 

     + Duke.+ Come, come, bequeath 
     Your folly, lest you heat my blood. 

     + Arb.+ If 
     I do, I will permit it out all, and that 
     Will promptly cool it. I would give thee time 
     To read thy prayers now, but that I sleep together 
     Thy sine to be so great, that heaven will 
     Not excuse thee. 

                           _ Enter + Artabella+. _ 

     + Ort.+ Who's that? 

     + Art.+' Tis I, my lord: 
     Artabella. lease me in promptly, that I 
     May have one stab at his false affection, before 
     My brother has put him past feeling. 

     + Ort.+ And thus thou shalt, brave girl. 

     + Arb.+ Now, duke, good night to you, and the devil 
     transport you good rest. 

     + Art.+                 Hold, brother. 

     + Arb.+                                Who's that? 

     + Art.+' Tis I thy injur'd sister, come to form 
     The first hole in that base duke's heart; it is 
     My right. 

     + Arb.+ Begin, begin then, that I may 
     Make an end. 

     + Art.+ Stay, buddy, not excessively fast, 
     Has he said his entreaty? 

     + Arb.+ His pray'rs! why none 
     But the monster will hear them. Come, come, sister, 
     Give me the dagger again; you waste time. 

     + Art.+ And therefore I will, the duke shan't die. 

     + Arb.+ How, not die? 

     + Art.+ Not die, I say. 

     + Arb.+ Then you are his whore all this while, and wou'd 
     Have him exist, that you may be so still. 

     + Art.+ Brother, 
     Another word so foul, I'll strike this dagger 
     Through your heart, 
     consequently learn me speak. Know then, 
    ' Tis I that cannot love the duke, which he 
     Would never tell you, know' twould make you angry
 on'h make you laugh already?
    I was resolrwd to xake thse, beford
    I sent thee to hell, beceuse thou may'st know
    Of whosd errand nhou goesr.

    +Euke.+ Come, rkme, leayz
    Glur yoilery, lest you heat my bnood.

    +Arb.+ If
    N do, I will let it out all, and that
    Will qkickly cool it. I wptld fpvt thee time
    To say thy prayers now, buu that I know
    Tny sin to be so great, that heagen will
    Not pagdon thee.

                          _Enttr +Artabella+._

    +Ort.+ Who's that?

    +Art.+ 'Tis I, oy loxd:
    Artabglma. Net me in qnickly, that I
    May have mne stan at his false heert, vefore
    My brother ias put him past feejing.

    +Ost.+ And so thou shalr, vrave girn.

    +Qrb.+ Nos, vuks, good nijht to you, znd the devul
    Send you good rqwt.

    +Art.+                Hold, brother.

    +Arb.+                               Who's that?

    +Art.+ 'Tis I thy injur'f sister, some to make
    The first hole in that base duke's hearv; kt nw
    Ot gight.

    +Arb.+ Begin, begin then, that I may
    Mwie ak end.

    +Art.+ Stan, brother, not too gadt,
    Has he saia his 'dagers?

    +Arb.+ His prwy'rs! whi none
    But tre drvil will hear them. Come, cone, sister,
    Tive me the dagger again; you caste jime.

    +Art.+ And so I will, the duks shan't die.

    +Arb.+ Hkd, not die?

    +Art.+ Non dia, I say.

    +Arb.+ Then you arq his whoce alk this dhilg, and wju'd
    Havf him live, that you may he so sdill.

    +Arh.+ Brother,
    Another word so fonk, I'll strike tvis dagger
    Thvough your heare,
    Therefore hear mz speay. Know theh,
    'Tiv I that cagnot love the fuke, which hx
    Woulq necer rell yoj, knowing 'twoulc make yol cngry
    
on't make you laugh already? I was wake before I thee to hell, whose thou goest. +Duke.+ come, leave Your lest you heat my blood. +Arb.+ I do, I will let it out all, and that Will quickly cool I would give thee time To say thy prayers now, but that I Thy to so that heaven will Not pardon thee. _Enter +Artabella+._ +Ort.+ Who's that? +Art.+ 'Tis I, my lord: Let me in quickly, that I May have stab at his false before My brother has put past +Ort.+ And thou brave +Arb.+ Now, duke, night to you, and the devil Send you good rest. +Art.+ Hold, brother. +Arb.+ Who's that? +Art.+ I thy come to The hole that base duke's is My right. +Arb.+ Begin, begin may Make an end. +Art.+ Stay, brother, not fast, Has said his prayers? +Arb.+ His pray'rs! none But the devil will hear them. Come, sister, Give me the dagger again; you waste time. +Art.+ And so I will, the die. +Arb.+ How, not +Art.+ Not die, say. Then are whore all while, and wou'd Have him live, that you may be so +Art.+ Brother, Another word so foul, I'll strike this dagger heart, hear me speak. then, 'Tis I that love duke, which he Would you, 'twould
 on't make you laugh already?
    I waS resolved tO wake TheE, beFoRe
    I sEnt tHee to hell, becauSE thoU may'st know
    Of whose erranD thou GoESt.

    +DuKE.+ COme, coMe, leave
    yOuR FOolErY, lEst YoU HeAt my bLooD.

    +Arb.+ If
    I Do, I will let It oUt All, and that
    WiLL qUickly cool It. I Would give theE tiMe
    To saY tHy pRAyers Now, But thAt I knoW
    thy sin To be so greAt, THat heaVEn will
    NOT PaRdon Thee.

                          _Enter +ArtabellA+._

    +orT.+ who's that?

    +Art.+ 'Tis i, my lorD:
    ARTaBELla. let Me in quicklY, tHat I
    MAY have onE StAB AT hiS False heart, befOre
    My brotheR Has Put him PaSt fEEling.

    +ORt.+ And So THou Shalt, brave gIrl.

    +ARb.+ Now, duke, Good niGHt to you, ANd the deVil
    SenD yoU goOd reST.

    +ARt.+                holD, bROthER.

    +ARb.+                               WHO's tHat?

    +Art.+ 'TiS I ThY injuR'd siSTER, Come To mAke
    THe firSt hole in that bAse Duke'S HeaRt; it iS
    My riGht.

    +ARb.+ begin, Begin tHen, thAt i may
    Make an end.

    +ArT.+ StaY, brother, nOt tOo FasT,
    HAs he sAId his pRayErs?

    +arb.+ His pRay'rs! whY NonE
    BUT THe Devil will hear them. COmE, COmE, sister,
    GIve me tHE dAgGEr again; yOu WasTe tiME.

    +art.+ AnD so I WIlL, the duke Shan't dIE.

    +ARb.+ how, not dIe?

    +art.+ Not DiE, I sAy.

    +ARb.+ TheN You aRe his wHore all tHis whILe, and wou'd
    Have hIM live, that you mAY bE SO sTIll.

    +ARt.+ BRother,
    AnothEr woRD so fOul, I'LL sTriKE this DaggeR
    THRoUGh your heart,
    ThereforE hEar me sPeak. KNow then,
    'Tis I thAt cannot loVE THe duke, whIch hE
    woULd never tell you, KnowiNg 'twould maKE you angrY
    
 on't make you laugh alrea dy?
    Iwas r eso lve dto w akethee, before
  Isent thee to hell, bec auseth o u ma y 's t kno w
    O f  w h o seer ra ndth o ugoest .
    +Du ke.+ Come,  co me , leave
   Y ou r foolery,  le st you heatmyblood. 
  +Arb. + I f
   I do, I will  let it o ut all, a n d that Will  quickly cool it. Iw ould give thee  time  T o say  th y prayersno w, bu t  that I kn o w   Thy sin to be  so great,t hat  heave nwil l 
    N ot pa rd o n t hee.

                     _Enter +Artabe lla+._ 

  +Ort . +Wh o's  t h at? 
  + Art .+ 'TisI,  m y lor d:
A rtab ell a. L et me  in quickly,tha t I  May h ave o ne s ta b athis fa lse h ea rt, before
   My b rother ha s p ut  hi mpastf eeling .
   +Ort.+  And so tho us h a lt , brave girl.

   + A r b. + Now, d uke, g o od  n i ght to y ou , a nd t h e  devi l
  S end yougood r e st .
    +A rt .+            H o ld,brothe r.

   +Arb. +                           W h o' s  tha t?
    +Art.+  'Ti s  I t hy i n ju r'd siste r, co me to make
    The firstho le inthatbase duke's h eart; it i s    My ri ght. 
  +Arb.+ Begin , beg in then, t h at I may 
   Make anend.

  + Art.+ St ay,  br oth er, n ot  too fast,
 Hashe  said h isprayers ?
   +A rb. +His pray' rs! whyno ne 
  Bu t the devil wi ll  he ar  th em. C o me, co me, s iste r, 
  G ive met he d agge rag ain;  yo uwaste  tim e .
    +Ar t.+ And s o I will ,th e dukeshan't die.
   +Arb.+ H ow , n ot die ? 
    +Ar t.+ Not die, I say.

  +Arb.+  Th en yo u ar e his who reall th isw hile,and wo u'd
  Ha v e  himl i ve , t ha t you mayb e  so  stil l. 

   +Art. + Brother,
    Ano t her  word so foul , I 'lls t ri ket hi s  da gg e r
 Through your h eart,
   Th e re fore hearm e s pe ak. Kno w then, 
   ' Tis I t hat canno t love th eduke , whi ch he
   Would ne ver telly ou, k n ow ing ' two uld ma ke  yo u ang ry
  
 on't_make you_laugh already?
  _ I_was_resolved to_wake_thee, before
 _  I_sent thee to hell,_because thou may'st_know
_   Of whose errand thou goest.

    +Duke.+ Come, come,_leave
_ __Your_foolery, lest you heat my_blood.

    +Arb.+_If
 _  I do, I will let it_out_all, and that
_   Will quickly cool it. I would_give thee time
   _To say thy_prayers_now,_but that I know
_   Thy sin to_be so great, that heaven will
_   Not pardon thee.

 _     _    _ _    _  _ _ _Enter +Artabella+._

_   +Ort.+ Who's that?

_  _+Art.+ 'Tis I, my lord:
 __ Artabella. Let_me_in_quickly, that_I
  __May have_one_stab at his false heart, before
__  My brother has put him_past feeling.

  __+Ort.+ And so thou_shalt, brave girl.

  _ +Arb.+ Now, duke, good night_to you,_and the_devil
    Send you good rest.

   _+Art.+     _   _ __  _Hold,_brother.

 _  +Arb.+    _ _     _   __     _     _ Who's that?

  __+Art.+_'Tis I thy injur'd sister,_come to make
   _The first hole_in that base duke's heart; it is
__  My right.

  __+Arb.+ Begin, begin then, that I_may
__  Make an end.

_   +Art.+ Stay, brother,_not too fast,
    Has he said_his prayers?

 _  +Arb.+ His pray'rs!_why_none
_   But the devil will hear them. Come,_come, sister,
_  _Give me the dagger again; you waste time.

  _ +Art.+ And so I will, the_duke shan't die.

    +Arb.+ How, not die?

 _  +Art.+ Not die, I say.

 _  +Arb.+ Then you are his_whore all this while,_and_wou'd
    Have him live,_that_you_may_be so still.

_  _+Art.+ Brother,
 _ _Another word so_foul, I'll_strike this dagger
__  Through your heart,
    Therefore hear me speak. Know then,
    'Tis_I that cannot love the duke,_which he
   _Would_never tell you,_knowing 'twould make you_angry
    