Pros. I have heard of that too;
But let not that afflict you: for this Lady
May happily deliver at more leasure
A circumstance may draw a fair event,
Better than you can hope for.
For this present we must leave you,
And shall visit you again within these two hours.
----Enter Cesario.
Albert. Ever to me most welcome,——O my Cesario.
Cesar. I am none of yours Sir, so 'tis protested;
And I humbly beg,
Since 'tis not in your power to preserve me
Any longer in a noble course of life,
Give me a worthy death.
Alber. The youth is mad.
Cesar. Nay Sir, I will instruct you in a way
To kill me honorably.
Alber. That were most strange.
Cesar. I am turning Pirate, You may be imployed
By the Duke to fetch me in; and in a Sea-fight
Give me a noble grave.
Alber. Questionless he's mad: I would give any Doctor
A thousand crowns to free him from this sorrow.
Cesar. Here's the Physitian.——Shewes a Poniard.