Petill. And brave Captain,
The gr[ea]t and honoured Penyus.
Pen. That again:
O how it heightens me! again, Petillius.
Petill. Most excellent Commander.
Pen. Those were mine,
Mine, only mine.
Petill. They are still.
Pen. Then to keep 'em
For ever falling more, have at ye, heavens,
Ye everlasting powers, I am yours: The work's done,
[Kills himself.
That neither fire nor age, nor melting envy
Shall ever conquer. Carry my last words
To the great General: kiss his hands and say,
My soul I give to heaven, my fault to justice
Which I have done upon my self: my virtue,
If ever there was any in Poor Penyus,
Made more, and happier, light on him. I faint.
And where there is a foe, I wish him fortune.
I dye: lye lightly on my ashes, gentle earth.
Petill. And on my sin. Farewell, great Penys,
[Noise within.