Lady Len. Thou more than man! Love-wounded, joy and grief
Fight in my blood. Thy wounds and constancy
Are both so strong, none can have victory!
Men. Darken the world, earth’s queen; get thee to bed;
The earth is light while those two stars are spread:
Their splendour will betray me to men’s eyes.
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Phœbus will rise to thee and make night day.
Lady Len. To part and leave you hurt my soul doth fear.
Men. To part from hence I cannot, you being there.
Lady Len. We’ll move together, then fate love controls;
And as we part, so bodies part from souls.
Men. Mine is the earth, thine the refinèd fire;
I am mortal, thou divine; then soul mount higher.
Lady Len. Why then, take comfort, sweet; I’ll see you[240] to-morrow.
Men. My wounds are nothing; thy loss breeds my sorrow.
[Exit Lady Lentulus.
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Support your master, legs, a little further;
Faint not, bold heart, with anguish of my wound;
Try further yet. Can blood weigh down my soul?
Desire is vain without ability.