Fla. Good heav’ns! so soon! Oh! my Pascentius,
Each moment lost is an eternity.
[Exeunt.
Fool. Nay, then, ye are gone and ha’ left your poor Fool behind. Methinks, I love that young master; nay, I know not how ’tis, but my legs would needs go follow him: yet, master Fool, is this wisdom? for they say the legs should ne’er carry away the brains. Yet, let me see: cannot I, in my folly, new form this saying, and turn it to mine own conceit? I ha’ hit it: for it matters not what comes o’ my brains; for men say they are good for nought, but my legs are; therefore, let the better o’th’ two serve as guide for the other. I’ll away, then, and follow him.
[Exit.
END OF THE FIRST ACT.
ACT II.
SCENE. I.—ROME.
Enter Aurelius and Uter, Constantius’ two Brothers.
Uter. E’en now in Rome have we for seven long years