Page.[157] Ay me, my Lord.
Ant.[158] A sudden horror doth invade my blood;
My sinews tremble, and my panting heart
Scuds round about my bosom, to go out,
Dreading the assailant, horrid passion.
O, be no tyrant, kill me with one blow;
Speak quickly, briefly, boy.
Page. Her father found, and seized her; she is gone.
And. Son, heat thy blood, be not froze up with grief
Courage, sweet boy, sink not beneath the weight 290
Of crushing mischief. O where’s thy dauntless heart,
Thy father’s spirit! I renounce thy blood,
If thou forsake thy valour.
Lu. See how his grief speaks in his slow-paced steps.
Alas!
’Tis more than he can utter, let him go:
Dumb solitary path best suiteth woe.
[Exit Antonio.
And. Give me my arms, my armour, Lucio.
Lu. Dear lord, what means this rage? when lacking use[159]
Scarce safe’s your life, will you in armour rise? 300
And. Fortune fears valour, presseth cowardice.
Lu. Then valour gets applause, when it hath place,
And means to blaze it.