Ferdinand and his brother, the Cardinal, have just found out that
Apply desperate physic:
We must not now use balsamum, but fire,
The smarting cupping-glass, for that's the mean
To purge infected blood, such blood as hers.
There is a kind of pity in mine eye,
I’ll give it to her handkercher; and now ‘tis here,
I’ll bequeath this to her bastard.
John Webster, The Duchess of Malfi, Act 2, sc.5 ll.24-29.
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