I vs’d my best of skill to saue his life:
But all, I feare, in vaine: the mortall wound
I find incurable: yet I prolong’d
His life a little, that he yet drawes breath:
Goe you and visit him with vtmost speed:
The Queene and I will follow.
Iag. Goe? Ile runne. |Exit Iago.|
Aur. Was euer Father so vnmercifull,
But for that Monster that was cause of this,
That bloudie, cruell, and inhumane wretch,