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''Man. to Off.'' Hold thy unrighteous tongue, or hie thee hence, Nor, in the presence of this honour'd dame, Utter the slightest meaning of reproach.

1st Off. I am an officer on duty call'd, And have authority to say, how died?

Jane. Tell them by whose authority you come, He died that death which best becomes a man Who is with keenest sense of conscious ill And deep remorse assail'd, a wounded spirit. A death that kills the noble and the brave, And only them. He had no other wound.

1st Off. And shall I trust to this.

Jane.Do as thou wilt: To one who can suspect my simple word I have no more reply. Fulfill thine office.

1st Off. No, lady, I believe your honour'd word, And will no farther search.

Jane. I thank your courtesy: thanks, thanks to all! My rev'rend mother, and ye honour'd maids; Ye holy men; and you, my faithful friends, The blessing of the afflicted rest with you: And he, who to the wretched is most piteous, Will recompense you.—Freberg, thou art good, Remove the body of the friend you lov'd, 'Tis Rezenvelt I mean. Take thou this charge: 'Tis meet that, with his noble ancestors,