Moor. O, say not so; live, I command you, live;
Let your obedience unto this command
Show you have lost a mistress.
Lys. Can I hear this and live?
Ire. My lord, our cares will be employed better
In seeking to avert this lady's death
Than in deploring it.
Lys. You advise well. Run all to the physician:
I will myself to Arnaldo, who gave
This poison to me. Let me have word sent to the
Cypress grove the minute she is dead. [Exeunt. Draw in the bed.
Enter Lysicles meditating.
Lys. If life be given as a blessing to us,
What law compels us to preserve it longer
Than we can see a possibility
Of being happy by it, but we must expect,
Till the same power that plac'd us here, commands
A restitution of His gift? This is indeed a rule
To make us live, but not live happily.
'Tis true, the slave that frees himself by death,
Doth wrong his master; but yet the gods are not
Necessitous of us, but we of them.
Who then is injur'd if I kill myself?
And if I durst to hear their voice, they call
Men to some other place, when they remove
The gust and taste of this. We should adore, thee, death,
If constant virtue, not enforcement, built
Thy spacious temples.
Enter Eugenio.
Welcome, Eugenio, welcome, worthy friend;
How long are you arrived?
Eug. Time enough to revenge, though not prevent
The injuries you have done me.
Lys. What means my friend?