From all that fortune can inflict upon us,
I see two comforts rising, two mere blessings,
If the Gods please to hold here; a brave patience,
And the enjoying of our griefs together.
Whilst Palamon is with me, let me perish
If I think this our prison!
Pal. Certainly,
’Tis a main goodness, cousin, that our fortunes
Were twinn’d together; ’tis most true, two souls
Put in two noble bodies, let ’em suffer