Pal.But canst thou share my life?
Mar. I am restless for it.
Pal.Leave thy rank? thy wealth?
Mar. I have lived too long that counterfeit of life.
I’ll strive like thee: something I’ll do, like thee,
To lessen misery. Nay, if man’s curse
Hang in necessity, I have the heart
To combat that, and find if in some part
Fate be not vulnerable.
Pal.O joy, my dearest: