Lu. I saw no sun to-day.[107]
And. No sun will shine, where poor Andrugio breathes.
My soul grows heavy: boy, let’s have a song:
We’ll sing yet, faith, even in[108] despite of fate.
[A song.
And. ’Tis a good boy, and by my troth, well sung.
O, and thou felt’st my grief, I warrant thee,
Thou would’st have strook division[109] to the height,
And made the life of music breathe: hold, boy; why so.
For God’s sake call me not Andrugio,
That I may soon forget what I have been. 110
For heaven’s name, name not Antonio,
That I may not remember he was mine.
Well, ere yon sun set, I’ll show myself,
Worthy my blood. I was a Duke; that’s all.
No[110] matter whither, but from whence we fall.[111]
[Exeunt.
[101] Open (Gr. χαίνω, χαυνῶ). Cotgrave gives:—“To chawne,—se fendre, gercer, crevasser, crever, se jarcer.”
[102] Old eds. “Speake” (and “Speak”).
[103] “‘The king enacts more wonders than a man,
Daring an opposite to every danger.’ Richard III.”—Dilke.
[104] Cf. Richard III. (v. 3):—
“God and good angels fight on Richmond’s side.”