1. SCENE I. London. A street leading to the Tower.
So longest way shall have the longest moans.
Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being short,
And piece the way out with a heavy heart.
Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief,
Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief.
One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part;
Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart.
Give me mine own again; 'twere no good part
To take on me to keep and kill thy heart.
[They kiss again.]
So, now I have mine own again, be gone.
That I may strive to kill it with a groan.
We make woe wanton with this fond delay:
Once more, adieu; the rest let sorrow say.