SCEN. XIIII.
Tyndarus, Techmessa, Ballio, Asotus.
Tyn.
O Ballio, 'tis in you and deare Asotus
To make two wretches happy.
Asot.
Then be happy.
Tyn.
'Ile make you two joynt heirs of my estate,
And you shall give it out: we two are dead
By our own hands. And beare us both this night
To church in coffins. Whence we'le make escape,
And bid farewell to Thebes.
Asot.
Would you not both
Be buried in one coffin? then the grave
Would have her tenants multiply: —heare you Tutour,
Shall not we be suspected for the murder,
And choke with a hempen squincy?
Tyn.
To secure you,
We'le write before what we intend to act:
Our hands shall witnesse with your innocence.
Ball.
Well: Come the worst, I'le venture; —and perchance
You shall not die in jest again o'th' suddain.
Tyn.
What strange Maeanders Cupid leads us through!
When most we forward go, we backward move.
There is no path so intricate as Love!