Like a man that's too short o' th' ship, and's left
Behind upon the land.[She swoons
Enter Andrages
O, welcome, welcome!
Here lies, Andrages, alas! too great110
A trial for thy art.
And. There's life in him:
From whence these wounds?
Zir. O, 'tis no time for story.
And. 'Tis not mortal, my lord: bow him gently,
And help me to infuse this into him.
The soul is but asleep, and not gone forth.115
Ther. O, O!
Zir. Hark! the prince does live.
Ther. Whate'er thou art hast given me now a life,
And with it all my cares and miseries,
Expect not a reward: no, not a thanks.120
If thou wouldst merit from me (yet who would
Be guilty of so lost an action?),
Restore me to my quietness again;
For life and that are most incompatible.
Zir. Still in despairs! I did not think till now125
'Twas in the power of fortune to have robb'd
Thersames of himself. For pity, sir,
And reason, live: if you will die, die not:
Aglaura's murther'd: that's not so handsome; at least
Die not her murther'd and her murtherer too;130
For that will surely follow. Look up, sir;
This violence of fortune cannot last ever:
Who knows
But all these clouds are shadows to set off
Your fairer days? If it grows blacker, and135
The storms do rise, this harbour's always open.
Ther. What sayest thou, Aglaura?
Agl. What says Andrages?
And. Madam, would heaven his mind would admit
As easy cure as his body will!
'Twas only want of blood; and two hours' rest140
Restores him to himself.
Zir. And, by that time,
It may be, Heav'n will give our miseries
Some ease. Come, sir, repose upon a bed;
There's time enough to-day.
