1st Slave. I will, my lord.
Spin. And you?
2d Slave. I will, and dare, sir.
Lor. Brave rascals!
Ver. Reach them the book.
Abs. Ye poor deluded men, O, do not swear!
Lor. Think of the chain of pearl. [Aside.
1st Slave. Give us the book:
That we affirm the truth, the whole truth,
And nothing but the truth, we swear.
Pan. Believe me, I am sorry for the lady.
Phil. How soon
Two souls, more precious than a pair of worlds,
Are levell'd below death!