Enter Lass. and Lucilia.
Lass. Wilt thou not cease then to pursue me still?
Should I entreate thee to attend me thus,
Then thou wouldst pant and rest, then thy soft feete
Would be repining at these niggard stones:
Now I forbid thee, thou pursuest like winde,
Ne tedious space of time nor storme can tire thee.
But I will seeke out some high slipperie close[64]
Where every step shall reache the gate of death,
That feare may make thee cease to follow me.
Luc. There will I bodilesse be when you are there, For love despiseth death and scorneth feare.
Lass. Ile wander, where some boysterous river parts This solid continent, and swim from thee.
Luc. And there Ile follow though I drown for thee.
Lass. But I forbid thee.
Luc. I desire thee more.
Lass. Art thou so obstinate?
Luc. You taught me so.
Lass. I see thou lovest me not.