Moor. Fame of a constant lover will eternise it
More than a numerous issue; would you hear
Herself express her sorrow?
Lys. If I should desire it, it were impossible.
Moor. You conclude too fast: if this night you'll come
Unto her tomb, you there shall see her.
Lys. Though she bring thunder in her hand, I will not fail to come,
And though I cannot credit that your power can procure it,
My hopes it should be so will overcome
My reason. Ladies, I am your servant. [Exit.
Moor. Madam, I cannot stay to know particulars
Of what hath pass'd betwixt you and the prince:
Only tell me how he relish'd your saying you
Were promis'd to Ergasto?
Her. Respects to one
I seem'd to have made choice of made him
Forbear his character: but shall not I
Be punish'd, seeming to prefer one so unworthy
Both to Eugenio and this noble prince?
Moor. The gods give us permission to be false
When they exclude us from all other ways
Which may preserve our faith.
Longer I dare not stay. I am your servant. [Exeunt severally.
Enter Ergasto, Cleon, Phormio.
Erg. Now we are met, what shall we do to keep us together?
Phor. Let's take some argument may last an hour of mirth.