ughness
Without distinction betwixt sex and sex.

_Near._ Now, Orgilus, thy choice?

_Org._ To bleed to death.

_Arm._ The executioner?

_Org._ Myself, no surgeon;
I am well skilled in letting blood. Bind fast
This arm, that so the pipes may from their conduits
Convey a full stream; here's a skilful instrument:

[_Shows his dagger._

Only I am a beggar to some charity
To speed me in this execution
By lending the other prick to the other arm
When this is bubbling life out.

_Bass._ I am for you,
It most concerns my art, my care, my credit,
Quick, fillet both his arms.

_Org._ Gramercy, friendship!
Such courtesies are real which flow cheerfully
Without an expectation of requital.
Reach me a staff in this hand. If a proneness

[_They give him a staff._

Or custom in my nature, from my cradle
Had been inclined to fierce and eager bloodshed,
A coward guilt hid in a coward quaking,
Would have betray'd me to ignoble flight
And vagabond pursuit of dreadful safety:
But look upon my steadiness and scorn not
The sickness of my fortune; which since Bassanes
Was husband to Penthea, had lain bed-rid.
We trifle time in words: thus I show cunning
In opening of a vein too full, too lively.

[_Pierces the vein with his dagger._

_Arm._ Desperate courage!

_Near._ Honourable infamy!

_Hem._ I tremble at the sight.

_Gron._ Would I were loose!

_Bass._ It sparkles like a lusty wine new broach'd;
The vessel must be sound from which it issues.
Grasp hard this other stick--I'll be as nimble--
But prithee look not pale--Have at ye! stretch out
Thine arm with vigour and unshaken virtue.

[_Opens the vein._

Good! oh I envy not a rival, fitted
To conquer in extremities: this pastime
Appears majestical; some high-tuned poem
Hereafter shall deliver to posterity
The writer's glory, and his subjects triumph.
How is't man?--droop not yet.

_Org._ I feel no palsies,
On a pair-royal do I