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Thy once-loy'd friend. Yetere I cease to live, Of thy once dear Dione? With war care
Sunk are those eyes, and livid with despair!
-There pure constancy lies dead !
May!Heaven shower vengeance on this perjur'd head!
As the dry branch that withers on the ground, Let o'er my grave the levelling plough-share pass, So, blatted be the hand that gave the wound! Mark not the spot ;, forget that e'er I was.
Off; hold me not. This heart deserves the stroke; Then may'st thou with Parthenia's love be blest, 'Tis black with treachery. Yes : the vows are And not one thought on me thy joys moleit!
[Stabs himjelf My swimming eyes are overpower'd with light, Which I fo oftem swore. Vain world adieu! And darkening shadows Reet before my sight: Tho' I was false in life, in death I'm true. [Dies, May'st thou be happy! ah ! my soul is free. [Dies. O cruel shepherdess, for love of thee (To Parthenia. To-morrow shall the funeral rites, be paid, This fatal dead was done.
And these Love-victims in one grave be laid.
SCENE THE LAST.
There shall the yew her fable branches spread,
LYCIDAS, PARTHINIA, LAURA.
La Alexis Sain!
From thence shall thyme and myrtle fend perfume
LAURA. [Pointing to Diones