_Ant._ [_Turning back._] O that screech owl at the window! we shall be
pursued immediately; which way shall we take?
_Mor._ [_Giving him the Casket._] 'Tis impossible to escape them; for
the way to our horses lies back again by the house, and then we shall
meet them full in the teeth. Here, take these jewels; thou mayst leap
the walls, and get away.
_Ant._ And what will become of thee, then, poor kind soul?
_Mor._ I must take my fortune. When you are got safe into your own
country, I hope you will bestow a sigh on the memory of her who loved
you.
_Ant._ It makes me mad to think, how many a good night will be lost
betwixt us! Take back thy jewels; 'tis an empty casket without thee:
besides, I should never leap well with the weight of all thy father's
sins about me; thou and they had been a bargain.
_Mor._ Pr'ythee take them, 'twill help me to be revenged on him.
_Ant._ No, they'll serve to make thy peace with him.
_Mor._ I hear them coming; shift for yourself at least; remember I am
yours for ever. [_Servants crying,_ "this way, this
way," _behind the Scenes._
_Ant._ And I but the empty shadow of myself without thee!--Farewell,
father-in-law, that should have been, if I had not been curst in my
mother's belly.--Now, which way, Fortune?
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