Lu. No wonder, noble Lord, having lost a son,
A country, crown, and——.
And. Ay, Lucio, having lost a son, a son,
A country, house, crown, son. O lares, miseri[144] lares!
Which shall I first deplore? My son, my son,
My dear sweet boy, my dear Antonio! 90
Ant. Antonio?
And. Ay, echo, ay; I mean Antonio.
Ant. Antonio, who means Antonio?
And. Where art? what art? know’st thou Antonio?
Ant. Yes.
And. Lives he?
Ant. No.
And. Where lies he dead?