DUCHESS. What witchcraft doth he practise, that he hath left

A dead man's hand here?

[Here is discovered, behind a traverse, the artificial figures of ANTONIO and his children, appearing as if they were dead.]

BOSOLA. Look you, here 's the piece from which 'twas ta'en.

He doth present you this sad spectacle,

That, now you know directly they are dead,

Hereafter you may wisely cease to grieve

For that which cannot be recovered.

DUCHESS. There is not between heaven and earth one wish

I stay for after this. It wastes me more

Than were 't my picture, fashion'd out of wax,

Stuck with a magical needle, and then buried

In some foul dunghill; and yon 's an excellent property

For a tyrant, which I would account mercy.

BOSOLA. What's that?

DUCHESS. If they