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Rh Speak, what art thou? Euc. One once that had a lover, Than which thyself ne'er wafted sweeter over. He was—— Cha. Say what?Euc. Ah me, my woes are deep. Prithee relate, while I give ear and weep. He was a Hastings; and that one name has In it all good that is, and ever was. He was my life, my love, my joy, but died Some hours before I should have been his bride. Thus, thus the gods celestial still decree, For human joy contingent misery. The hallowed tapers all prepared were, And Hymen call'd to bless the rites.''Cha. ''Stop there. Great are my woes.Cha. And great must that grief be That makes grim Charon thus to pity thee. But now come in.Euc. More let me yet relate. I cannot stay; more souls for waftage wait And I must hence.Euc. Yet let me thus much know, Departing hence, where good and bad souls go? Those souls which ne'er were drench'd in pleasure's stream, The fields of Pluto are reserv'd for them; Where, dress'd with garlands, there they walk the ground Whose blessed youth with endless flowers is crown'd.