Amph. Nay, then we must tell.
Zor. Poor Amphelia! 'tis Amarissa that
I love.
Amph. O Zoranzo, I love the duke!
Zor. Then I am joy'd, I was afraid 'twas me
You lov'd.
Amph. And so was I that you lov'd me.
Now we shall both die happy, never was
Two such friends as you and I.
Jailor. Come, come.
Amph. Good jailor, we go most willingly now. [Exeunt.
Enter as on a scaffold, Duke, Amarissa, Ortellus, Zoranzo, Amphelia, Jailor, and Executioner.
Ama. Jailor, why didst thou let them stay so long?
Jailor. They had so much to say to one another,
That still they begged one minute, and then
Another.