[_He throws up a ladder of cords, which she makes fast to some part of the window; he ascends, and at top falls._ _Men._ Thus I mount my heaven: Receive me, sweet! _Lady Len._ O me, unhappy wretch! How fares your honour? Speak, fate-cross'd lord! If life retain his seat within you, speak! Else like that Sestian dame, that saw her love Cast by the frowning billows on the sands, And lean death, swoll'n big with the Hellespont, In bleak Leander's body--like his love, Come I to thee. One grave shall serve us both! _Men._ Stay, miracle of women! yet I breathe. 50 Though death be entered in this tower of flesh, He is not conqueror; my heart stands out, And yields to thee, scorning his tyranny! _Lady Len._ My doors are vow'd shut, and I cannot help you. Your wounds are mortal; wounded is mine honour If there the town-guard find you. Unhappy dame! Relief is perjur'd,--my vow kept, shame! What hellish destiny did twist my fate! _Men._ Rest seize thine eyelids; be not passionate; Sweet, sleep secure; I'll remove myself, 60 That viper Envy shall not spot thy fame: I'll take that poison with me, my soul's rest, For like a serpent I'll creep on my breast. _Lady Len._ Thou more than man! Love-wounded, joy and grief Fight in my blood. Thy wounds and constancy Are both so strong, none can have victory! _Men._ Darken the world, earth's queen; get thee to bed; The earth is light while those two stars are spread: Their splendour will betray me to men's eyes. Veil thy bright face; for if thou longer stay, 70 Phoebus will rise to thee and make night day. _Lady Len._ To part and leave you hurt my soul doth fear. _Men._ To part from hence I cannot, you being there. _Lady Len._ We'll move together, then fate love controls; And as we part, so bodies part from souls. _Men._ Mine is the earth, thine the refinèd fire; I am mortal, thou divine; then soul mount higher. _Lady Len._ Why then, take comfort, sweet; I'll see you[240] to-morrow. _Men._ My wounds are nothing; thy loss breeds my sorrow. [_Exit_ Lady LENTULUS. See now 'tis dark! 80 Support your master, legs, a little further; Faint not, bold heart, with anguish of my wound; Try further yet. Can blood weigh down my soul? Desire is vain without ability. [_He staggers on, and then falls down._ Thus falls a monarch, if fate push at him. _Enter a_ Captain _and the_ Watch.