But one fiend at a time,
I’ll fight their legions o’er.
Ant.
I’ll be thy second.
Exeunt Seb. and Ant.
Gon. All three of them are desperate: their great guilt,
105 Like poison given to work a great time after,
Now ’gins to bite the spirits. I [do] beseech you,
That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly,
And hinder them from what this ecstasy