Ant. O heavens themselves!
Sec. Off. Come, sir, I [pray you, go].
Ant. Let me [speak] a little. [This youth] that you see here
I snatch'd one half out of the jaws of death;
Relieved him with such sanctity of [love];
And to [his] image, which methought did promise
Most [venerable] worth, did I devotion.
First Off. What's that to us? The time goes by: away!
Ant. But O how [vile] an idol proves this god!
Thou hast, Sebastian, done good feature shame.