SCENE IV.—A WOOD.
Enter Pascentius, Flavia disguised, and Fool.
Pas. Speak, dearest sister, say, how fares it with thee?
For those soft limbs were form’d for gentler usage;
But cheer thee up, my Flavia; whilst I’m with thee,
Thou must not faint: if there be comfort near,
I’ll seek it, and from out the tiger’s jaw
Tear forth its food; or if the thirsty lion
Should stand betwixt me and the bubbling brook,
This arm should find a passage to its heart.