Of no ignoble consort lead thee still!—
Gonzaga! take the hand which thou hast press’d
Oft in the morn of battle, when our hearts
Had cause to doubt if we should meet at eve.
Wilt thou yet press it, pledging me thy faith
To guide and guard these mourners, till they join
Their friends and kindred?
Gon. Rest assured, I will.
Car. I am content. And if, when this is done,
Thou to the field returnest, there for me