JAILER.
Up to the top, boy.
BROTHER.
Where’s the pilot?
FIRST FRIEND.
Here.
DAUGHTER.
What kenn’st thou?
SECOND FRIEND.
A fair wood.
DAUGHTER.
Bear for it, master. Tack about!
[Sings.]
When Cinthia with her borrowed light, &c.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. A Room in the Palace
Enter Emilia alone, with two pictures.
EMILIA.
Yet I may bind those wounds up, that must open
And bleed to death for my sake else. I’ll choose,
And end their strife. Two such young handsome men
Shall never fall for me; their weeping mothers,
Following the dead cold ashes of their sons,
Shall never curse my cruelty.