[At this point the body moves and shudders.
Thou rebel soul, seek now the home again
Thou leftest empty these few hours ago!
The Body.[9]
Restrain the fury of thy reckless pain;
Suffice it, O Marquino, man of woe,
What I do suffer in the realms obscure,
Nor give me pangs more fearful to endure.
Thou errest, if thou thinkest that I crave,
For greater pleasure and for less dismay,