Exe. Madam, kneel here; forgive me for your death.
Mar. With all my heart, thou art but law's poor hand.
Thus to my death I bow, and yet arise;
Angels, protect my spirit in the skies. [He offers to strike.
Phil. Hold, or thine hand shall be thine own destruction!
Cyp. Never did music sound with better voice!
Unbind the lady.
Flo. The fear of death hath brought her to a swoon.
Cyp. Endeavour her recovery.
Epire. Sister, dear sister, call thy spirits back:
Sister, O sister! hearken to my woes,
Recover breath, and live with happiness.
Queen. She stirs; give way to air, that she may breathe:
Speak, Mariana, thy woes are cancelled.
Mar. You are not charitable unto my moans,
Thus to afflict me with a double punishment.
One death for one poor fault might well suffice:
They are most wretched who twice live and die.
Phil. Madam, to save your life, I kill my soul,
And speckle that which was immaculate.
Black perjury, that open-ey'd disease,
Which is the plague-sore of society,
Brands me with mischief, and protests I hold
Nothing within me but unworthiness:
And all these ills are your creation.