For tho’he breathes, ’tis with such failing gasps
As mastering death allows to his sure prey.
K. Thou art over-fearful; three days without food
Should make him weak and faint, but not to death.
Nay, I am determined now he shall not die.
Food will restore him. Set me here a table
With meat and drink: here in the garden set it,
And he shall eat at once. See it be done,
And quickly.
Sa.Sire, I obey: tho’’tis too late.[Exit.