Eug. When I believe there is no other means
To ease you, I will do't.
Lys. All but death are fled.
Eug. Then draw your sword, and as I lift my arm
To sheathe this in your breast, let yours pierce me;
On this condition I may do your will.
Lys. I may not for the world. Why should you die?
Eug. See how your passions blind you! Is death
An ease or torment? If it be a joy,
Why should you envy it your dearest friend?
Lys. Our causes are not equal.
Eug. They will be, when you're dead. How you mistake
The laws of friendship, and commit those faults
You did accuse me of! I would not live so long
To think you can survive your dying friend.
Lys. Eugenio, I am conquered; yet I hope thy kindness
Will do that for me which thy sword refuseth.
Love thy Hermione: she deserves it. Friend,
Leave me alone awhile.
Eug. Your grief's too great for me to trust your life with't:
I dare not venture you beyond my help.
Within. Where's Prince Lysicles? Where's Prince Lysicles?