Phil. Just here.
Mir. I will not fail. [Exeunt.
Enter Amarissa just arrived.
Ama. I'm come too late, and yet too soon am here,
Since dear Zoranzo's death is now so near.
On the same block with him I'll lay my head,
That our two bodies may have but one bed.
Thus are our nuptial joys decreed by fate,
Our wedding and our burial bear one date.
Sure, I'm the first of maids that ever gave
Her body to her lover in a grave.
Alas! in cold embraces we must meet,
With icy kisses in a winding-sheet.
Yet though this life denies us time to love,
The other life will not so cruel prove;
Our souls so fast in lovers' knots we'll tie,
That when the headsman strikes, they both shall fly,
Twined in one another through the air,
And be at rest, whilst other souls despair.
Enter Jailor.
This is the prison,
And here's the jailor, I believe. Pray, sir,
Do you belong unto the prison?
Jailor. Belong!
Yes, I am the keeper of it.
Ama. Is not
Here one Zoranzo a prisoner?
Jailor. Yes,
But he won't be here long, for he is
To die anon.
Ama. Ah me! sir, I am his
Sister; pray help me to him, that I may speak
With him before that cruel hour; I love
Him so, that I must needs die with him; I'll
Petition the duke that I may; sure, he'll not
Deny me that request.