Within. Do you hear, my lord?
Lady. Is it yet time, or no?
Honour, remember thee!
Gov. I must—come, prepare thyself!—
Lady. Never more dearly welcome,—
[He runs at her, and falls by the way in a swoon.
Alas, sir!
My lord, my love!—O thou poor-spirited man!
He's gone before me; did I trust to thee,
And hast thou serv'd me so? left all the work
Upon my hand, and stole away so smoothly?
There was not equal suffering shown in this,
And yet I cannot blame thee; every man
Would seek his rest; eternal peace sleep with thee!
[She takes up the sword of Govianus.
Thou art my servant now; come! thou hast lost
A fearful master, but art now preferr'd
Unto the service of a resolute lady,
One that knows how t' employ thee, and scorns death
As much as some men fear it. Where's hell's ministers,
The tyrant's watch and guard? 'tis of much worth,
When with this key the prisoner can slip forth.—
[Kills herself. Knocking.
Gov. How now! What noise is this? I heard doors beaten. [A great knocking again.
Where are my servants let men knock so loud,
Their master cannot sleep!