+Ama.+ S'life, sir, they are Whispering, d'ye see Yonder? Executioner, why don't you Strike off their heads, and let them whisper then. Sir, you're melancholy. +Duke.+ I am indeed. +Zor.+ Now, Amphelia, to heaven and you I truly Vow, my love is still the same to cruel Amarissa. +Amph.+ Heaven and you witness the same for me: My heart is still that undeserving duke's. +Exec.+ Come, which of you will die first? +Zor.+ Hast thou not Skill enough to strike our heads off together? +Ama.+ Executioner, let them not have that Satisfaction; pray, sir, let that woman Die first, that damned Zoranzo may have Two deaths; it will be one to him to see Her die; shall it be so, sir? +Duke.+ What you please. +Exec.+ Come, lady, you must lay down your head First, the duke says. +Amph.+ That word's the sharpest axe That I shall feel. +Exec.+ Have you said all? [_Both kneel as at prayers._ +Amph.+ To earth I have, But not to heaven. Farewell, dear friend, for one short minute. +Zor.+ My soul Shall hasten after yours. +Ama.+ S'life! jailor, will you Let them speak to one another again? +Amph.+ Executioner, now I am ready. +Duke.+ Hold, The prisoner shall die first. +Zor.+ With all my Heart, I am ready. +Duke.+ Nay, it is not you I mean, sir; rise; 'tis I that am the prisoner, I will make you a present, take your life, Your love; nay, and my dukedom too: and to Oblige you most of all, executioner, Strike off my head, for I am weary of it. +Amph.+ Not for ten thousand worlds, sir, Whate'er you mean. +Duke.+ Know then, I have lov'd you All this while, but seeing your hate so great to me, I have dissembled scorn to you. [_She swoons._ Why dost thou swoon, Amphelia? +Amph.+ Did not I hear some voice just now, That said the duke does love me still? +Duke.+ Thou didst; 'twas he himself that said so. +Amph.+ If 'twere from heaven, good heaven, say it again! +Duke.+ 'Twas I myself, I tell thee--and I will Ne'er speak another word, if that displease thee. +Amph.+ O, I am in heaven then, it seems, and 'tis Some god that is telling me how the duke Loved me still. +Duke.+ Dear Amphelia, 'tis I That loves thee, tells thee so. +Amph.+ Hark, now there is a god that says he loves Me too; blest god, I'm sorry if you do. Since I have heard the duke does love me still, He must be your rival, indeed I cannot Help it. O, let me fly down to the earth Again, only to hear him say he loves me. I cannot promise when I shall return: That very word from him would keep me there. +Duke.+ I must answer her no more: they say 'Twill keep 'em longer in a trance. [_He rubs her._