Exeunt.
Actus quartus. Scæna quarta.[934]
[Enter] Apelles [and] Campaspe.
Apel. I have now, Campaspe, almost made an ende.
Camp. You told mee, Apelles, you would never end.
Apel. Never end my love, for it shal be[935] eternall.
Camp. That is, neither to have beginning nor ending.
Apel. You are disposed to mistake; I hope you do not mistrust. 5
Camp. What will you say, if Alexander perceive your love?
Apel. I will say it is no treason to love.