I’ll to the king before, and let him know
The sum of victory and his overthrow.
[Exit Jeronimo.
Lor. Andrea slain! thanks to the stars above.
I’ll choose my sister out her second love.
[Exeunt Lorenzo and Balthezar.
Hor. Come, noble rib of honour, valiant carcase!
I loved thee so entirely, when thou breathedst,
That I could die, were’t but to bleed with thee,
And wish me wounds even for society.