+Ama.+ Is not Here one Zoranzo a prisoner? +Jailor.+ Yes, But he won't be here long, for he is To die anon. +Ama.+ Ah me! sir, I am his Sister; pray help me to him, that I may speak With him before that cruel hour; I love Him so, that I must needs die with him; I'll Petition the duke that I may; sure, he'll not Deny me that request. +Jailor.+ I can tell you a way that you may be sure To have that favour granted. +Ama.+ Tell it me, and I'll thank ye. +Jailor.+ Why, if you'll try to convey him out of prison, As another lady has already, you may Bear them company too. +Ama.+ Why, has there any lady endeavour'd it? +Jailor.+ Yes, one that is his mistress, and they are Both to die together. +Ama.+ Ha! what is't I hear? his mistress, say you? +Jailor.+ Yes, mistress; they both lie as contentedly By one another, as if they were not two. +Ama.+ Curse him, good heaven, ye cannot throw too many Curses on him. Here, jailor, take this, And let me speak with the prisoner. +Jailor.+ Madam, You shall. _Enter +Zoranzo+ and +Amphelia+ as in prison, in chains._ +Zor.+ Amarissa! are my eyes false, or is it Truly she? +Ama.+ Your eyes are true; but 'tis your heart that's false. +Zor.+ I am deceiv'd! that cannot be her tongue. +Ama.+ Should it speak otherwise to thee, I'd tear It out, devil, Zoranzo; cursed pair Of vipers, that in chains of death can practise Lust, as if no end were nigh. Do not My wrongs startle thy guilty soul, to think Of all the torments it must have, that could With so much falseness murder love? When thou Art gone to hell, as go thou must, 'twill be A task for all the devils there, To torture thee enough. Thy sin is such, Were I thy headsman, when thou com'st to die, I'd be a week a-cutting off thy head, 'Twixt every stroke I'd stop; and then I'd hollow Amarissa in thy ears; thy guilt would be An echo to my wrongs, and answer to My cry: wrong'd Amarissa; Which injur'd name repeated to thy ears, Would make thy soul think hell not half such pain. Farewell, Zoranzo, I'll come to see your Head struck off, and your lady's. +Zor.+ Base Amarissa, that can conclude me False, because she saw this lady lie in Chains by me, and could not ask me how we Came together. Thus to revile me, and Not know the truth: I'll scorn to tell her now! _Enter +Duke+._ +Ama.+ O sir, be pleas'd to hear a maid's petition, Though a stranger to you. +Duke.+ Fair maid, what is't? +Ama.+ Zoranzo that's condemn'd to die, may---- +Duke.+ Not Live; if that be your request, pray do not Ask; I shan't grant it. +Ama.+ No, sir, 'tis that he May have a thousand deaths, instead of one; Or one that has more pain than thousands.