By Cock, so I will, you shall rather hang than I.
Come on your way.
Pithias. My Damon, farewell; the gods have thee in keeping.
Damon. O my Pithias, my pledge, farewell; I part from thee weeping.
But joyful at my day appointed I will return again,
When I will deliver thee from all trouble and pain,
Stephano will I leave behind me to wait upon thee in prison alone,
And I, whom fortune hath reserved to this misery, will walk home.
Ah my Pithias, my pledge, my life, my friend, farewell.
Pithias. Farewell, my Damon.