Orl. No, nor name thee.
Org. Then God be with you. [Proffers to go in.
Orl. Nay, prithee, good Orgalio, stay:
Canst thou not tell me what to say?
Org. No, by my troth.
Orl. O, this it is; Angelica is dead.
Org. Why, then, she shall be buried.
Orl. But my Angelica is dead.
Org. Why, it may be so.
Orl. But she's dead and buried.