What end will follow where such woes begins?
Nic. Scanfardoe? |Exeunt omnes.|
Scan. My good Lord? |Manet Nic. & Scanfardoe.|
Nic. How lik’st thou this?
I am made Gardian of my owne harts blisse,
The Princesse is my Prisoner, I her Slaue,
I keepe her Body, but shee holds my Heart
Inuiron’d in a Chest of Adamant.
Scan. Is your Heart Iron?
Nic. Steele, I thinke it is;