Almost impossible, and if the wound
Be not too deadly, will recouer him. |Exit Lorenzo.|
Enter Aurelia and Iago.
Iag. Deare Queene, haue patience.
Aur. How, Iago, patience?
Tis such a sinne, that were I guiltie of,
I should despayre of mercie. Can a Mother
Haue all the blessings both of Heauen and Earth,
The hopefull issue of a thousand soules
Extinct in one, and yet haue patience?