Eu. If neither teares nor innocency moue, Yet thinke there is a heavenly power aboue.
Orest. A done, and stand not preaching here all day.
Eu. Then, since there is no remedie, I pray
Yet, good my masters, do but stay so long
Till I haue tane my farewell with a song
Of him whom I shall neuer see againe.
Phy. We will affoord that respit to your paine.
Eu. But least the feare of death appall my mind,
Sweet gentlemen, let me this fauour find,
That you wil vale mine eyesight with this scarfe;
That, when the fatall stroke is aymde at me,
I may not start but suffer patiently.
Orest. Agreed, giue me; Ile shadow ye from feare, If this may do it.
Eu. Oh, I would it might, But shadowes want the power to do that right.
Shee sings.
Ye sacred Fyres and powers aboue,
Forge of desires, working loue,
Cast downe your eye, cast downe your eye,
Vpon a Mayde in miserie.
My sacrifice is louers blood,
And from eyes salt teares a flood;
All which I spend, all which I spend,
For thee, Ascanio, my deare friend:
And though this houre I must feele
The bitter power of pricking steele,
Yet ill or well, yet ill or well,
To thee, Ascanio, still farewell.
Orestes offers to strike her with his Rapier, and is stayed by Phylander.