Theo. Antonio.
Leoc. Antonio! 'tis he.
Rod. within. Ho, Gunner make a shot into the Town,
I'll part you: bring away Antonio [a shot.
Into my Cabben. [Exit Attendants and Townsmen.
Gent. I will do that office.
I fear it is the last, that I shall do him.
[Exit Souldiers and Gentlemen with Marckantonio.
Theo. The last, why will he dye?
Leoc. Since I have found him: happiness leave me,
When I leave him.
Phil. Why Theodosia?
My sister; wake: alass, I griev'd but now
To see the streets so full; and now I grieve
To see them left so empty: I could wish,
Tumult himself were here, that yet at least
Amongst the band, I might espie some face
So pale and fearful, that would willingly
Embrace an arrand for a Cordial,
Or Aquavitæ, or a cup of sack,
Or a Physitian: but to talk of these
She breaths: stand up, O Theodosia,
Speak but as thou wert wont, give but a sigh,
Which is but the most unhappy piece of life,
And I will ever after worship sadness,
Apply my self to grief; prepare and build
Altars to sorrow.
Theo. O Philippo, help me.
Phil. I do; these are my arms, Philippo's arms,
Thy Brothers arms that hold thee up.