Mar. I thank you, sir. [Exit Mariana.
Jailer. This is a worthy lady, to give thus much for the bare sight of a man in affliction; if he were at liberty, it were nothing; but being as it is, it is most bountiful: but it may be it is for the past hours of former recreations: well, let it be what it shall be, I am sure it was not that I should hold this disputation: but see, here she comes again.
Enter Philocles in Mariana's attire, and Mariana in his.
Phil. Madam, my soul cannot consent to leave
Your life in this great hazard, nor can death
Carry such ugly shape, as doth the thought,
That you are left in this extremity:
Indeed, I will not leave you.
Mar. Will you grow mad? what, shall your nobler spirit,
Which is the school of wisdom, grow so fond[222]
As to revolt from all our happiness?
Our plots you know, and how to manage cares,
Whose true events have true proportions;
Then, dear lord, rest resolv'd—the jailer overhears—
Live you with safety. Most worthy maid, farewell.
Phil. Farewell, fair prince: thanks, master jailer, and a kind commend.
Jailer. As much unto your ladyship. So now I'll lock my doors.
[Exeunt Mariana, Philocles, and Jailer.
Enter Cyprus, Mechant, Florio, and Attendants.
Cyp. Is our commission, as we gave in charge,
Delivered o'er to the corregidors?