Go hand in hand with thine in equal share,
Then wilt thou feel, no fears however great,
Not Death itself, nor other power malign,
Can keep me from thy fortunes separate.
With thee have I to go, with thee in fine
Return, unless the will of Heaven ordain
That I must lose my life in shielding thine.
Morandro.
Remain, my friend, for pity's sake, remain!
For should I finish now my hapless life