Ort. I am but in a scurvy condition now, if
She comes to life again, for they will
Examine one another, how the mistake
Came between them, and then I am
Sure it must come to light. [Aside.
Amph. Who's that,—duke Archimedes?
Duke. The same, sweet angel.
Amph. O sir, I am come from heaven to see you,
Since there I heard you love me still.
Duke. Dear Amphelia, thou hast dream'd all this while;
Heaven, 'tis true, is where thou art, but 'twas
My voice that said I love thee.
Amph. Was not my head struck off just now?
Duke. Canst thou ask that, while I have
A head and heart?
Amph. Why, have you lov'd me still?
Duke. With as much truth as ever lover did.
Amph. So have I you with equal constancy.