Mir. Then I, thy conquering Cæsar, take my leave
With this conclusion: veni, vidi, vici.
And so farewell. O fate, O love, O fat! [Exit.
Ping. After all my miseries, would I were
Up again, else the next man that comes
Will make a roller of me, for to roll
Bowling-greens.
[Makes several attempts to rise, and at last gets up.
So, now I have a mile home at least,
And every toilsome step I take, I will
Curse women. [Exit.
Enter Zoranzo and Amphelia lying upon straw together.
Zor. Most bless'd of women, I must tell you truth;
And yet I fear that truth will——
Amph. Will what? I doubt he loves me— [Aside.
Speak it, sir, nothing from you can
Be unwelcome.
Zor. O yes, it will.
Amph. I'll warrant you; out with it, sir.
Zor. Then know, I——'Twill come no farther.