Come to my arms, my darling sweet and good,
And I to thee will give thy death for food!
[Exeunt, and two lads enter flying, one of whom is he who will hurl himself from the tower, called Viriato, the other Servio.
Viriato.
Servio, whither shall we fly?
Servio.
I will go the way thou shewest.
Viriato.
Come, how lazily thou goest!