Oria. Sir, what may be the current of your business, that thus you single out your time and place?
Arri. Madam, the business now impos'd upon me, concerns you nearly, I wish some worser man might finish it.
Ori. Why are ye chang'd so? are ye not well Sir?
Arr. Yes Madam, I am well, wo'd you were so.
Oria. Why Sir, I feel my self in perfect health.
Arri. And yet ye cannot live long, Madam.
Oria. Why good Arrigo?
Arr. Why? ye must dye.
Oria. I know I must, but yet my fate calls not upon me.
Arr. It does; this hand the Duke commands shall give you death.