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Oh! that I should live To say, I dare not look on thee!—Farewell, My first born, fare thee well!

Yet, yet beware! It were a grief more heavy on thy soul, That I should blush for thee, than o'er my grave That thou shouldst proudly weep!

Away! we trifle here. The night wanes fast. Come forth!

One more embrace! My sons, farewell! [Exeunt with  and her Attendant.

Hear me yet once, my mother! Art thou gone? But one word more! [He rushes out, followed by.