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Lift up your heads, my sisters! let your voices In grateful thanks be rais'd! Those ye lament, Have earthly pangs for heavenly joy exchanged. The manly Varus and the youthful Cælus, The lion and the dove, yoke-fellows link'd, Have equal bliss and equal honour gain'd.

And prais'd be God, who makes the weakest strong! I'll to his mother with the blessed tidings. [Exit.

Let us retire and pray. How soon our lives May have like ending, God alone doth know! O! may like grace support us in our need! [Exeunt.

Enter, ''as returned from the Execution with his Soldiers, who, upon a signal from him, disperse and leave him alone. He walks a few paces slowly, then stops and continues for a short time in a thoughtful posture''.

There is some power in this, or good or ill,