Ele. And will you leave me, too?
Hen. Not for the wealth of Spaine.
Ele. Since I must be your prisoner let me have
My keepers company, for I am afraid
Some enemy in your absence, like a woolfe
May ceize on me. I know not whither now
I ere shall see my father: doe not you
Ravish yourselfe from me, for at the worst
We may dye here, Henrico; and I had rather
Fall in your eye than in your absence be
Dishonord; if the destinyes have not
Spun out a longer thread, lets dye together.
Hen. Oh doe not racke my soule with these sad accents.
Am I Henrico? there is not any place
Can promise such security as this
To Eleonora. Doe not talke of dying,
Our best dayes are to come: putt on thy quiet,
And be above the reach of a misfortune.
Ile presently wayte on thee, by this kisse.
Buz. Would I might keepe your oath: so please you, lady, Buzzano will sweare too.
Hen. What?
Buz. That you'le be there and here agen presently.
Hen. Attend here, sirra.
Buz. If you must needes goe, pray, sir, keepe yourselfe out of Gun-shott.
Hen. Mind you your charge.