The least drop from that body, for which boldness
Doom me to anything; if death, I take it
And willingly.
Luce. This death I'll give you for it:
So, now I'm satisfied; you are no spirit;
But my own truest, truest, truest friend,
Why do you come thus to me?
Jasp. First, to see you,
Then to convey you hence.
Luce. It cannot be,