And stay your corpse for certain space in coping from the grave:
So shall you see the end of him and all his whole concent.[216]
This will be comfort to your heart: Virginius, be content.
Virginius. Of truth, even so, for comfort else I know right well is none,
Wherefore I do consent with you: come on, let us be gone.
But messenger myself will be, myself will give the gift.
Come on, good Comfort, wend we then; there is no other shift.
[Exeunt.
Here entereth Judge Appius.
Well, hap as hap can, hap or no,