Ser. I know not—were you dead
I might in honour weep for you, Alvaro;
Living, I must not.
Alv. Nay then, whether you
Forswear me living or lament me dead,
Now you must hear me; if you strike the wound,
Is it not just that you should hear the cry?
Ser. I must not.
Alv. But I say you must.
Ser. Porcia,