She faints—come, let us bear her hence. [She faints, Antonio kneels to her.
Ant. Oh stay, Hippolyta, and take me with thee,
For I’ve no use of Life when thou art gone. [Weeps.
Here, kill me, brave Marcel—and yet you need not;
My own Remorse, and Grief will be sufficient.
Mar. I credit thee, and leave thee to their Mercy.
Hip. That Goodness, Sir, has call’d me back to Life,
To pay my humble Thanks; could you have Mercy too,
To pardon me—you might redeem my Soul.
Mar. Some Pity I have yet, that may preserve thee too,