I go, yet Love shall never yield to Death.

[Exit Love.

Death.

But Fortune shall; for when I waste the world,
Then times' and kingdoms' fortunes shall decay.

Fortune.

Meantime will Fortune govern, as she may.

[Exit Fortune.

Death.

Ay, now will Death, in his most haughty pride,
Fetch his imperial car from deepest hell,
And ride in triumph through the wicked world;
Sparing none but sacred Cynthia's friend,[432]
Whom death did fear, before her life began:
For holy fates have grav'n it in their tables,
That Death shall die, if he attempt her end,
Whose life is heav'n's delight, and Cynthia's friend.

[Exit.