Zan. The sott thinkes I aske of his landes. Lobb[1114] be your comfort, and cuckold bee your destenie. Heare you, sir; and if you will have us, you had best say so betime.
Huan. True, sweete heart, and will royallize thy progeny with my petigree. 650
Exeunt omnes.
Enter Eumenides the wandring knight.
Eu. Wretched Eumenides, still unfortunate,
Envied by fortune, and forlorne by fate;
Here pine and die, wretched Eumenides.
Die in the spring, the Aprill of my[1115] age?
Here sit thee down, repent what thou hast don: 655
I would to God that it were nere begon.