Suff. I goe.
Queene. And take my heart with thee. 215 She kisseth him.
Suff. A iewell lockt into the wofulst caske,
That euer yet containde a thing of woorth,
Thus like a splitted barke so sunder we.
220 This way fall I to death. Exet Suffolke.
Queene. This way for me. Exet Queene.
SC. XI. dak
Car. Oh death, if thou wilt let me liue but one whole yeare,
Ile giue thee as much gold as will purchase such another Iland.