My friend is gone, and I am desolate:—
Return him back, fair stars, or let me die.
Lucina.
Return him back, fair heav'ns, or let me die;
For what was he but comfort of my life?
Perseda.
For what was he but comfort of my life?
But why was I so careful of the chain?
Lucina.
But why was I so careless of the chain?
Had I not lost it, my friend had not been slain.
Perseda.
Had I not ask'd it, my friend had not departed;
His parting is my death.