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2nd Judge. Descend the scaffold and attend the rest. D'Am. There was the strength of natural understanding.

But Nature is a fool.

There is a power

Above her that hath overthrown the pride

Of all my projects and posterity,

For whose surviving blood

I had erected a proud monument,

And struck 'em dead before me, for whose deaths
I called to thee for judgment. Thou didst want
Discretion for the sentence.
But yon power
That struck me knew the judgment I deserved,
And gave it.-O! the lust of death commits
A rape upon me as I would ha' done

On Castabella.

[Dies.

1st Judge. Strange is his death and judgment. With the hands

Of joy and justice I thus set you free.

The power of that eternal providence

Which overthrew his projects in their pride
Hath made your griefs the instruments to raise
Your blessings to a higher height than ever.

Charl. Only to Heaven I attribute the work,
Whose gracious motives made me still forbear
To be mine own revenger. Now I see

That patience is the honest man's revenge.

Ist Judge. Instead of Charlemont that but e'en now Stood ready to be dispossessed of all,

I now salute you with more titles both

Of wealth and dignity, than you were born to.
And you, sweet madam, Lady of Belforest,
You have the title by your father's death,

Cast. With all the titles due to me, increase
The wealth and honour of my Charlemont,
Lord of Montferrers, Lord D'Amville Belforest,-
And for a close to make up all the rest-

[Embraces CHARLEMONT.

The Lord of Castabella. Now at last
Enjoy the full possession of my love,

As clear and pure as my first chastity.

Charl. The crown of all my blessings !-I will tempt My stars no longer, nor protract my time

Of marriage. When those nuptial rites are done, I will perform my kinsmen's funeral.

Ist Judge. The drums and trumpets! Interchange the sounds

Of death and triumph. For these honoured lives, Succeeding their deservèd tragedies.

Charl. Thus, by the work of heaven, the men that thought

To follow our dead bodies without tears

Are dead themselves, and now we follow theirs.

[Exeunt.

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