Duke. I hope 'twill not work so deeply with you.
Ant. Nay, and 'twould stop there, 'twere well; but 'tis a punishment will follow me after death, and afflict me worse than a fury.
Leo. I much pity the gentleman's case.
Ant. Think what 'tis to lose a son when you have brought him up, or, after a seven years' voyage, to see your ship sink in the harbour!
Duke. 'Twere a woeful spectacle, indeed!
Ant. They are but tickling to this: I have been all my life a-gathering what I must now lose in a moment. The sacking of a city is nothing to be compared with it.
Leo. And that's lamentable.
Ant. 'Twill but only give you a light to conceive of my misery.
Lio. Pray, sir, be not importunate to take them this time; but try rather, if by any means you can revoke the decree.
Duke. 'Twill be somewhat dangerous; but, for your sake, I'll try.