[♦] And at South-hampton landed all hir traine,
[♦] And mightst thou liue, then would we neuer flie.
War. Whie then I would not flie, nor haue I now,
But Hercules himselfe must yeeld to ods,
[25] For manie wounds receiu’d, and manie moe repaid,
Hath robd my strong knit sinews of their strength,
And spite of spites needes must I yeeld to death.
Som. Thy brother Montague hath breathd his last,
And at the pangs of death I heard him crie
30 And saie, commend me to my valiant brother,