Fla. Ay; and I’ll kneel and pray, and sometimes weep.
Edm. Lead, then; I’ll in to rest: come, follow me.
[Exeunt.
Enter Aurelius and Uter.
Aur. The breach is made; the southern gate is forc’d;
Yet still doth he hold out; and hath ta’en flight,
E’en to the Tower, and there he’ll wait the siege.
Uter. Aurelius, your fair prisoner, is no more.
Aur. How, say’st thou?
Uter. Rowena swallow’d poison, and is dead.