So strangely asked—so strangely given! O!——
Phil. Thy mother's word——
The. O, let me die, die, die!
Phil. My girl, all things that be may be endured.
Death does not come for this or that affliction,
But when 'tis time to knock. Up, sweet Theano!
By fortune's rudder, wheel and horn of bounty,
You shall rise fair above this foul mischance!
[Re-enter Methone]
Meth. My lady, lord Ocrastes begs to see you.