Bond. Talk not.

I Daugh. Where nothing but true joy is—

Bond. That’s a good wench!

[2Daugh.drinks.

Mine own sweet girl! put it close to thee.

2 Daugh. Oh,
Comfort me still, for Heaven’s sake.

I Daugh. Where eternal
Our youths are, and our beauties; where no wars come,
Nor lustful slaves to ravish us.

2 Daugh. That steels me;
A long farewell to this world!

[Dies.

Bond. Good; I’ll help thee.

I Daugh. The next is mine.—
Show me a Roman lady in all your stories,
Dare do this for her honour; they are cowards,
Eat coals like compell’d cats: your great saint, Lucrece,
Died not for honour; Tarquin tupt her well,
And, mad she could not hold him, bled.

Pet. By Heaven.
I am in love! I would give an hundred pound now
But to lie with this woman’s behaviour. Oh, the devil!

I Daugh. Ye shall me example: All your Rome,
If I were proud and loved ambition,
If I were lustful, all your ways of pleasure,
If I were greedy, all the wealth ye conquer—

Bond. Make haste.

I Daugh. I will.—[Drinks.]—Could not entice to live,
But two short hours, this frailty. Would ye learn
How to die bravely, Romans, to fling off
This case of flesh, lose all your cares for ever?
Live, as we have done, well, and fear the gods;
Hunt honour, and not nations, with your swords;
Keep your minds humble, your devotions high;
So shall ye learn the noblest part, to die.

[Dies.

Bond. I come, wench.—To ye all, Fate’s hangmen, you
That ease the aged Destinies, and cut
The threads of kingdoms as they draw ’em! here,
Here is a draught would ask no less than Caesar
To pledge it for the glory’s sake!

Cur. Great lady!

Suet. Make up your own conditions.

Bond. So we will.

Suet. Stay!

Dem. Stay!

Suet. Be anything.