Hip. It is the same.
Alon. Sir, I shall not fail to wait on you with the Answer I receive.
Hip. I humbly thank you, Sir.
Alon. So prithee, dear Lovis, go make my excuse to your Sister for a moment, and let her get all things ready against I come; let the Priest too wait, for I see my Destiny, which I can no longer prevent, draws on apace. [Exit Lovis.
Come, Sir, you must conduct me to Antonio.
[Exeunt Alonzo, Haunce, and Gload.
Hip. So now the Work’s half done, that will redeem
All the lost Credit of our Family.
To kill, or to be kill’d, I care not which, [Weeps.
So one or both expire; be strong, my Soul,