Abs. And I accus'd
My innocence, to save the belov'd life
Of my most noble husband.
Ant. Why, then, now 'twould grieve you
Death should unkindly part ye.
Lor. O, but that, sir,
We have no sorrow. Now to part from her,
Since Heaven hath new-married and new-made us,
I had rather leap into a den of lions,
Snatch from a hungry bear her bleeding prey:
I would attempt desperate impossibilities
With hope, rather than now to leave her.
Ant. This makes for me. [Aside.
Abs. And rather than leave you, sir, I would eat
Hot coals with Portia, or attempt a terror
Nature would, snail-like, shrink her head in at,
And tremble but to think on.
Ant. Better and better. [Aside.
If you so love him, what can you conceive
The greatest kindness can express that love?
Abs. To save his life, since there is no hope,
Seeing he so strongly has confess'd the murder,
We shall meet the happiness to die together.
Ant. Fire casts the bravest heat in coldest weather:
I'll try how ardently you burn; for know,
Upon my faith, and as I am a gentleman,
I have in the next room, and in the custody
Of a true friend, the man that did the deed
You stand accus'd for.
Abs. Hark there, Lorenzo!