Nay, one alone to honour his beloved: The rest, by turning of my tickle wheel, Came short in reaching of fair honour's mark: I gave Erastus only that day's prize, A sweet renown, but mix'd with bitter sorrow; For, in conclusion of his happiness, I made him lose the precious carcanet, Whereon depended all his hope and joy. DEATH. And more than so; for he, that found the chain, Even for that chain shall be depriv'd of life. LOVE. Besides, Love hath enforc'd a fool-- The fond braggado--to presume to arms. FORTUNE. Ay, but thou see'st, how he was overthrown By Fortune's high displeasure. DEATH. Ay, and by Death had been surpris'd, If fates had giv'n me leave; But what I miss'd in him and in the rest, I did accomplish on Haleb and Amurath, The worthy brethren of great Soliman: But wherefore stay we? let the sequel prove, Who is the greatest: Fortune, Death, or Love. [_Exeunt._ FOOTNOTES: [385] [Old copies, _there_.] [386] [Foreign.] [387] [Old copy, _wounded_. In the margin of the copy used by Hawkins, this emendation was suggested in MS.] [388] [Old copy, _rest_.] [389] [Horse-soldier, trooper.] [390] [Old copy, _Portinguize_.] [391] Coming to the coast. Fr. _Aboarder_. [392] [An intentional blunder for _O tempora, O mores_.] [393] [See Dyce's Glossary to his second edition of Shakespeare _in v._]. [394] [A popular game so called.] [395] [Collar (?)] [396] [Old copies, _chance_.] [397] [Moderate.] [398] [The author had in his mind the character of this name in the play of "Damon and Pithias," printed in our fourth volume.] ACT II. _Enter_ FERDINANDO _and_ LUCINA. FERDINANDO. As fits the time, so now well fits the place, To cool affection with our words and looks, If in our thoughts be semblant[399] sympathy. LUCINA. My words, my looks, my thoughts, are all on thee: Ferdinando is Lucina's only joy. FERDINANDO. What pledge thereof? LUCINA. An oath, a hand, a kiss. FERDINANDO. O holy oath, fair hand, and sugar'd kiss! O, never may Ferdinando lack such bliss! But say, my dear, when shall the gates of heaven Stand all wide open for celestial gods, With gladsome looks to gaze at Hymen's robes? When shall the graces or Lucina's hand With rosy chaplets deck my golden tresses; And Cupid bring me to thy nuptial bed, Where thou in joy and pleasure must attend A blissful war with me, thy chiefest friend? LUCINA.