Commend me to thy master, my sweet Damon, and of him crave liberty
When I am dead, in my name; for thy trusty services
Hath well deserved a gift far better than this.
O my Damon, farewell now for ever, a true friend, to me most dear;
Whiles life doth last, my mouth shall still talk of thee,
And when I am dead, my simple ghost, true witness of amity,
Shall hover about the place, wheresoever thou be.
Dionysius. Eubulus, this gear is strange; and yet because
Damon hath fals’d his faith, Pithias shall have the law.
Gronno, despoil him, and eke dispatch him quickly.