Ama. No, sir, 'tis that he
May have a thousand deaths, instead of one;
Or one that has more pain than thousands.
Duke. What makes you thus incens'd against him?
Ama. Heaven knows I have too much cause, sir. I have
Lov'd him long, and the day he was your prisoner,
Should have been our wedding. News being brought
To me in my own country, that he was
To die, in flying haste I took this tedious
Journey; with sorrow and with joy I here
Arrived; tears in my eyes for his approaching
Death, smiles on my cheeks to think of dying
With him; but when I came unto the prison gate
I met the jailor, and he told me all,
Then let me in, and to
Rejoice my eyes, I saw two devils lie
In chains together, and not half so fast
As chain'd in love.
All my intended kisses then I chang'd
Into as many curses on his heart,
Which with my eyes I spoke as well as tongue.
Duke. Alas! poor injur'd maid, we must be one
Another's
Petitioners; thy fate is mine;
That woman which you saw with him has prov'd
As false to me, as he to you.
Ama. For heaven's
Sake, sir, let 'em die both; no sight would please
Us like their blood; the jailor
Told me they lie as close together all day
As if they were not two.
Duke. O, curse on 'em!
Ama. O, the devil take 'em! pray, sir, give order
That they may be brought immediately
To execution.
Duke. I will.
Ama. I'll go call the jailor, sir. [Steps to the prison.
Enter Jailor.