Er. Minish you will your glories doing thus.
Cl. Good frends I praie you seeke not to reuoke
My fix’d intent of folowing Antonie.
I will die. I will die: must not his life,
His life and death by mine be folowed?
Meane while, deare sisters, liue: and while you liue,
Doe often honor to our loued Tombes.
Straw them with flowrs: and sometimes happelie
The tender thought of Antonie your Lorde
And me poore soule to teares shall you inuite,