Eph. I'm slain! mercy, Heaven!
Enter Inophilus.
And. You should have come a little sooner.
Ino. Do I see well? or is the prince here slain?
And. He is, and 'cause you love him,
Carry that token of my love to him.
[Stabs Inophilus.
I know he'll take it kindly that you take
So long a journey only to see him.
Ino. It was the devil struck, sure,
A woman could not do it.—Plangus, O!
[Dies.