To lie close by his honest bones: but now
Some hangman must put on my shroud and lay me
Where no priest shovels in dust. O cursed [wretch,]
That knew'st this was the prince, and wouldst adventure
To mingle faith with him! Undone! undone!
If I might die within this hour, I have lived
To die when I desire. [[Exit].
Flo. Why look you so [upon me]?
I am but sorry, not [afeard], delay'd,
But nothing alter'd: what I was, I am;