GRONNO. Here is a madman! I tell thee, I have a wife whom I love well, And if ich would die for her, chould ich were in hell. Wilt thou do more for a man than I would for a woman? PITHIAS. Yea, that I will. GRONNO. Then come on your ways, you must to prison haste. I fear you will repent this folly at last. PITHIAS. That shalt thou never see. But O music, as my Damon requested thee, Sound out thy doleful tunes in this time of calamity. [_Exeunt. Here the regals play a mourning song, and_ DAMON _cometh in in mariner apparel and_ STEPHANO _with him_. DAMON. Weep no more, Stephano, this is but destiny: Had not this happ’d, yet I know I am born to die: Where or in what place, the gods know alone, To whose judgment myself I commit. Therefore leave off thy moan, And wait upon Pithias in prison till I return again, In whom my joy, my care and life doth only remain. STEPHANO. O my dear master, let me go with you; for my poor company Shall be some small comfort in this time of misery. DAMON. O Stephano, hast thou been so long with me, And yet dost not know the force of true amity? I tell thee once again, my friend and I are but one: Wait upon Pithias, and think thou art with Damon. Whereof I may not now discourse, the time passeth away; The sooner I am gone, the shorter shall be my journey: Therefore farewell, Stephano, commend me to my friend Pithias, Whom I trust to deliver in time out of this woful case. STEPHANO. Farewell, my dear master, since your pleasure is so. O cruel hap! O poor Stephano! O cursed Carisophus, that first moved this tragedy!-- But what a noise is this? is all well within, trow ye? I fear all be not well within, I will go see.-- Come out, you weasel: are you seeking eggs in Damon’s chest? Come out, I say, wilt thou be packing? by Cock, you were best. CARISOPHUS. How durst thou, villain, to lay hands on me? STEPHANO. Out, sir knave, or I will send ye. Art thou not content to accuse Damon wrongfully, But wilt thou rob him also, and that openly? CARISOPHUS. The king gave me the spoil: to take mine own wilt thou let me?[78] STEPHANO. Thine own, villain! where is thine authority? CARISOPHUS. I am authority of myself; dost thou not know? STEPHANO. By’r Lady, that is somewhat; but have you no more to show? CARISOPHUS. What, if I have not? STEPHANO. Then for an earnest penny take this blow. I shall bombast you, you mocking knave; chill put pro in my purse for this time.[79] CARISOPHUS. Jack, give me my sword and target. JACK. I cannot come to you, master, this knave doth me let. Hold, master. STEPHANO. Away, Jackanapes, else I will col’phise you[80] by and by: Ye slave, I will have my pennyworths of thee therefore, if I die. About, villain! CARISOPHUS. O citizens, help to defend me. STEPHANO. Nay, they will rather help to hang thee.