_Enter +Zoranzo+ and +Amphelia+ lying upon straw together._ +Zor.+ Most bless'd of women, I must tell you truth; And yet I fear that truth will---- +Amph.+ Will what? I doubt he loves me-- [_Aside._ Speak it, sir, nothing from you can Be unwelcome. +Zor.+ O yes, it will. +Amph.+ I'll warrant you; out with it, sir. +Zor.+ Then know, I----'Twill come no farther. +Amph.+ Unhappy man! 'tis so, he loves me. [_Aside._ O sir, I have sadder truth to tell to you Than yours can be to me----I dare not Speak it. +Zor.+ My fears are true; she loves me. [_Aside._ Pray tell me, what it is? +Amph.+ Tell yours first, sir. +Zor.+ Alas! you saw I tried, but could not get It past my lips. +Amph.+ If I should try, mine would not come so far. +Zor.+ Would I knew yours, I could tell it for you. +Amph.+ So could I yours, [and] yet I can't my own. +Zor.+ Alas! she loves me. [_Aside._ +Amph.+ Poor Zoranzo! I see he loves me. [_Aside._ But, sir, consider we are going to die; Let us die undeceiv'd in one another. +Zor.+ O, that some one that knows each of our hearts, Would hearken to our griefs, and bid An angel come and speak for both! _Enter +Jailor+._ +Jailor.+ Come, have you done your discourse? you must go To execution. +Zor.+ A little patience, jailor: [_To her_] see, we are Called unto our deaths, pray tell me, what You mean. +Amph.+ I cannot; first do you begin. +Zor.+ Nor I. +Amph.+ Let us tell both together then, that one May not blame the other. +Zor.+ Agreed: are you ready now to speak! +Amph.+ Yes--O no, I am not--well, now I am-- Are you? +Zor.+ Yes, I am; begin--O, stay, I cannot yet. +Jailor.+ Come, come, I can give you no longer time. +Amph.+ Nay, then we must tell. +Zor.+ Poor Amphelia! 'tis Amarissa that I love. +Amph.+ O Zoranzo, I love the duke! +Zor.+ Then I am joy'd, I was afraid 'twas me You lov'd. +Amph.+ And so was I that you lov'd me. Now we shall both die happy, never was Two such friends as you and I. +Jailor.+ Come, come. +Amph.+ Good jailor, we go most willingly now. [_Exeunt._ _Enter as on a scaffold, +Duke+, +Amarissa+, +Ortellus+, +Zoranzo+, +Amphelia+, +Jailor+, and +Executioner+._ +Ama.+ Jailor, why didst thou let them stay so long? +Jailor.+ They had so much to say to one another, That still they begged one minute, and then Another. +Ama.+ D'ye hear, sir? pray let the jailor Be turn'd out of his place, for letting them speak to One another. +Amph.+ See, Zoranzo, where they sit In triumph o'er our deaths.