And now, as it were at his funeral
To shed a tear or two, is not unmanly,
And so farewel for ever: one word more,
Though I must never see thee (my Ascanio)
When this is spent (for so the Judge decreed)
Send to me for supply: are you pleas'd now?
Vio.
Yes: I have cause: to see you howl and blubber
At the parting of my torment, and your shame.
'Tis well: proceed: supply his wants: doe doe: