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] Agl. What place have murtherers, brother, there? for, sure,

The murtherer of the prince must have a punishment

That heav'n is yet to make.

Zir. How is religion fool'd betwixt our loves

And fears! Poor girl, for ought that thou hast done,

Thy chaplets may be fair and flourishing

As his in the Elysium.

Agl. Do you think so?

Zir. Yes, I do think so.

The juster judges of our actions,

Would they have been severe upon our weaknesses,

Would, sure, have made us stronger. Fie! those tears

A bride upon the marriage-day as properly

Might shed as thou:

Here widows do't, and marry next day after.

To such a funeral as this there should

Be nothing common.

We'll mourn him so that those, that are alive,

Shall think themselves more buried far than he;

And wish to have his grave, to find his obsequies:

But stay: the body. [Brings up Thersames' body; she swoons and dies Again! sister, Aglaura!

O, speak once more, once more look out, fair soul.

She's gone—

Irrevocably gone, and winging now

The air like a glad bird broken from some cage.

Poor bankrupt heart, when 't had not wherewithal

To pay to sad disaster all that was

Its due, it broke—would mine would do so too!

My soul

Is now within me, like a well-mettled hawk

On a blind falc'ner's fist: methinks I feel

It baiting to be gone: and yet I have

A little foolish business here on earth

I will despatch.

Pas. Let me be like my burthen, if I had not here as

lieve kill two of the blood royal for him, as carry one of

them! these gentlemen of high actions are three times as