Then my affections truly sympathize
With her, the Starre of my felicitie.
Lor. Therefore shee prayes you, henceforth to desist,
Respecting your owne safetie: VVorthie Prince,
The times are troublesome and dangerous:
As for her selfe, she’s arm’d to vndergoe
All malice that for you they can inflict.
Lis. Oh my Loretta! thou appli’st a balme
VVorse then the wound it selfe: It is impossible
For me to liue at all but in her sight.