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Alas! my royal mistress, be intreated! This furious grief will but enhance its pain: Oh bear yourself as more becomes your state!

Yes, I will bear me as becomes my state. I am a thing of wretchedness and ruin. That upon which my pride and being grew Lies in the dust, and be the dust my bed. Forbear! forbear! and let me on the ground Spread out my wretched hands. It pleases me To think that in its breast there is a rest— Yea, there lie they, unheeded and forgotten, To whom all tongues give praise, all hearts give blessing. Oh, ev'ry heart did bless him tho' he fell, And ne'er a saving hand was found—Oh! oh! Do not surround her thus! I'll sit and watch her. I will not speak, but sit and weep by her; And she shall feel, ev'n thro' her heavy woe, That sympathy and kindness are beside her.