Till, as the fire will force its outward way,
Or, in the prifon pent, confume the prey;
So long her earnest eyes on his were set,
At length their twisted rays together met;
And he, furpris'd with humble joy, furvey'd
One fweet regard, shot by the royal maid :

Not well affur'd, while doubtful hopes he nurs'd,
A fecond glance came gliding like the first;
And he, who faw the fharpness of the dart,
Without defence receiv'd it in his heart.
In public, though their paffion wanted speech,
Yet mutual looks interpreted for each;
Time, ways, and means of meeting were deny'd;
But all thofe wants ingenious love supply'd.
Th' inventive God, who never fails his part,
infpires the wit, when once he warms the heart.
When Guifcard next was in the circle seen,
Where Sigifmonda held the place of queen,
A hollow cane within her hand fhe brought,
But in the concave had inclos'd a note;
With this the feem'd to play, and, as in fport,
Tofs'd to her love, in prefence of the court;
Take it, fhe faid; and when your needs require,
This little brand will ferve to light your fire.
He took it with a bow, and foon divin'd
The feeming toy was not for nought defign'd:
But when retir'd, fo long with curious eyes
He view'd his prefent, that he found the prize.
Mach was in little writ; and all convey'd
With cautious care, for fear to be betray'd
By fome falfe confident, or favourite maid.
The time, the place, the manner how to meet,
Were all in punctual order plainly writ:
But, fince a truft must be, she thought it best
To put it out of laymen's power at least;
And for their folemn vows prepar'd a priest.
Guifcard (her fecret purpose understood)
With joy prepar'd to meet the coming good;
Nor pains nor danger was refolv'd to spare,
But ufe the means appointed by the fair.

Next the proud palace of Salerno stood
A mount of rough ascent, and thick with wood.
Through this a cave was dug with vaft expence :
The work it feem'd of fome fufpicious prince,
Who, when abufing power with lawless might,
From public juftice would fecure his flight.
The paffage made by many a winding way,
Reach'd ev'n the room in which the tyrant lay.
Fit for his purpose on a lower floor,
He lodg'd, whofe iffue was an iron door;
From whence, by ftairs defcending to the ground,
In the blind grot a fase retreat he found,
Its outlet ended in a brake o'ergrown
With brambles, chok'd by time, and now un-
known.

A rift there was, which from the mountain's height

Convey'd a glimmering and malignant light,
A breathing-place to draw the damps away,
A twilight of an intercepted day.

The tyrant's den, whose use, though loft to fame,
Was now th' apartment of the royal dame;
The cavern only to her father known,
By him was to his darling daughter fhown.

Neglected long fhe let the fecret reft,
Till love recall'd it to her labouring breast,
And hinted as the way by heaven defign'd
The teacher, by the means he taught, to blind.
What will not women do, when need infpires
Their wit, or love their inclination fires!
Though jealoufy of state th' invention found,
Yet love refin'd upon the former ground.
That way, the tyrant had referv'd, to fly
Pursuing hate, now ferv'd to bring two lovers
nigh.

The dame, who long in vain had kept the key,
Bold by defire, explor'd the secret way;
Now try'd the ftairs, and, wading through the
night,

Search'd all the deep recefs, and issued into light.
All this her letter had fo well explain'd,
Th' inftructed youth might compass what re-
main'd;

The cavern's mouth alone was hard to find,
Because the path, difus'd, was out of mind:
But in what quarter of the copfe it lay,
His eye by certain level could furvey:
Yet (for the wood perplex'd with thorns he knew)
A frock of leather o'er his limbs he drew;
And, thus provided, search'd the brake around,
Till the choak'd entry of the cave he found.

Thus, all prepar'd, the promis'd hour arriv'd
So long expected, and fo well contriv'd:
With love to friend, th' impatient lover went,
Fenç'd from the thorns, and trod the deep descent.
The confcious prieft, who was fuborn'd before,
Stood ready posted at the postern door;
The maids in diftant rooms were fent to reft,
And nothing wanted but th' invited guest.
He came, and knocking thrice without delay,
The longing lady heard, and turn'd the key;
At once invaded him with all her charms,
And the first step he made was in her arms:
The leathern outfide, boisterous as it was,
Gave way, and bent beneath her strict embrace;
On either fide the kiffes flew fo thick,
That neither he nor fhe had breath to speak.
The holy man, amaz'd at what he saw,
Made hafte to fanctify the blefs by law;
And mutter'd faft the matrimony o'er,
For fear committed fin fhould get before.
His work perform'd, he left the pair alone,
Because he knew he could not go too foon;
His prefence odious, when his talk was done.
What thoughts he had befeems me not to say;
Though fome furmife he went to faft and pray,
And needed both to drive the tempting thoughts (
away.

The foe once gone, they took their full delight 'Twas reftlefs rage, and tempeft all the night; For greedy love each moment would employ, And grudg'd the shortest pauses of their joy.

Thus were their loves aufpiciously begun,
And thus with fecret care were carried on.
The stealth itself did appetite restore,
And look'd fo like a fin, it pleas'd the more.

The cave was now become a common way,
The wicket, often open'd, knew the key:

Love rioted fecure, and, long enjoy'd,
Was ever eager, and was never cloy'd.

But as extremes are short, of ill and good,
And tides at higheft mark regorge their flood;
So fate, that could no more improve their joy,
Took a malicious pleasure to destroy.

Tancred, who fondly lov'd, and whofe delight Was plac'd in his fair daughter's daily fight, Of custom, when his ftate affairs were done, Would pafs his pleafing hours with her alone; And, as a father's privilege allow'd, Without attendance of th' officious crowd.

It happen'd once, that when in heat of day He try'd to fleep, as was his usual way, The balmy flumber fled his wakeful eyes, And forc'd him, in his own despite, to rife: Of fleep forfaken, to relieve his care, He fought the converfation of the fair; But with her train of damfels fhe was gone, In fhady walks the scorching heat to shun: He would not violate that sweet recefs, And found befides a welcome heaviness, That feiz'd his eyes; and flumber, which forgot When call'd before to come, now came unfought. From light retir'd, behind his daughter's bed, He for approaching fleep compos'd his head; A chair was ready for that ufe defign'd, So quilted, that he lay at cafe reclin'd; The curtains closely drawn, the light to fcreen, As if he had contriv'd to lie unfeen: Thus cover'd with an artificial night, Sleep did his office foon, and feal'd his fight.

With heaven averfe in this ill-omen'd hour
Was Guifcard fummon'd to the fecret bower,
And the fair nymph, with expectation fir'¿,
From her attending damfels was retir'd:
For, true to love, the meafur'd time fo right,
As not to mifs one moment of delight.
The garden, feated on the level floor,
She left behind, and, locking every door,
Thought all fecure; but little did the know,
Blind to her fate, fhe had inclos'd her foe.
Attending Guifcard, in his leathern frock,
Stood ready, with his thrice-repeated knock :
Thrice with a doleful found the jarring grate
Rung deaf and hollow, and prefag'd their fate.
The door unlock'd, to known delight they hafte,
And, panting in each other's arms embrac'd,
Rufh to the confcious bed, a mutual freight,
And heedlefs prefs it with their wonted weight.
The fudden bound awak'd the fleeping fire,
And fhew'd a fight no parent can defire;
His opening eyes at once with odious view
The love discover'd, and the lover knew:
He would have cry'd; but hoping that he dreamt,
Amazement ty'd his tongue, and stopp'd th' at-
tempt.

Th' enfuing moment all the truth decla. 'd,
But now he flood collected, and prepar'd,
For malice and revenge had put him on his
guard.

So like a lion, that unheeded lay,
Diffembling fleep, and watchful to betray,
With inward rage he meditates his prey.

The thoughtlefs pair, indulging their defires; Alternate, kindled, and then quench'd their fires; Nor thinking in the fhades of death they play'd,' Full of themfelves, themfelves alone furvey'd, And, too fecure, were by themselves betray'd. Long time diffolv'd in pleasure thus they lay, Till nature could no more fuffice their play; Then rofe the youth, and through the cave again Return'd; the princefs mingled with her train.

Refolv'd his unripe vengeance to defer, The royal fpy, when now the coaft was clear, Sought not the garden, but retir'd unfeen, To brood in fecret on his gather'd spleen, And methodize revenge: to death he griev'd; And, but he saw the crime, had scarce believ'd. Th' appointment for th' enfuing night he heard;; And therefore in the cavern had prepar'd Two brawny yoemen of his trusty guard.

Scarce had unwary Guifcard fet his foot Within the foremost entrance of the grot, When these in fecret ambush ready lay; And rufhing on the sudden seiz'd the prey: Encumber'd with his frock, without defence, An eafy prize, they led the prifoner thence, And, as commanded, brought before the prince.) The gloomy fire, too fenfible of wrong, To vent his rage in words, restrain'd his tongue, And only faid, Thus fervants are preferr'd, And, trufted, thus their fovereigns they reward. Had I not feen, had not these eyes receiv'd Too clear a proof, I could not have believ'd.

He paus'd, and chok'd the reft. The youth, who faw

His forfeit life abandon'd to the law,

The judge th' accufer, and th' offence to him Who had both power and will t' avenge the

crime,

No vain defence prepar'd; but thus reply'd:
The faults of love by love are justify'd:
With unrefifted might the monarch reigns,
He levels mountains, and he raises plains;
And, not regarding difference of degree,
Abas'd your daughter, and exalted me.

This bold return with feeming patience heard,
The prifoner was remitted to the guard.
The fullen tyrant flept not all the night,
But, lonely walking by a winking light,
Sobb'd, wept, and groan'd, and beat his wither'd
breaft,

But would not violate his daughter's reft;
Who long expecting lay, for blifs prepar'd,
Liftening for noife, and griev'd that none the
heard;

Oft rofe, and oft in vain employ'd the key,
And oft accus'd her lover of delay; [away.
And pafs'd the tedious hours in anxious thoughts,
The morrow came; and at his usual hour
Old Tancred vifited his daughter's bower;
Her cheek (for fuch his custom was) he kifs'd,
Then bless'd her kneeling, and her maids dismiss'd.
The royal dignity thus far maintain'd,
Now left in private, he no longer feign'd;
But all at once his grief and rage appear'd,
And floods of tears ran trickling down his beard,

O Sigifmonda, he began to say: Thrice he began, and thrice was forc'd to stay,

I thought, O Sigifmonda, (but how blind
Are parents' eyes, their children's faults to find!)
Thy virtue, birth, and breeding, were above
A mean defire, and vulgar fenfe of love:
Nor less than fight and hearing could convince
So fond a father, and so just a prince,

Of fuch an unforeseen, and unbeliev'd offence.
Then what indignant forrow muft I have,
To fee thee lie fubjected to my flave!
A man fo fmelling of the people's lee,
The court receiv'd him first for charity;
And fince with no degree of honour grac'd,
But only fuffer'd, where he first was plac'd.
A groveling insect still; and so design'd
By nature's hand, nor born of noble kind :
A thing, by neither man nor woman priz'd,
And fcarcely known enough to be despis'd.
To what has heaven referv'd my age? Ah! why
Should man, when nature calls, not choose to die,
Rather than stretch the fpan of life, to find
Such ills as fate has wifely caft behind,
For those to feel, whom fond defire to live
Makes covetous of more than life can give !
Each has his share of good; and when 'tis gone,
The guest, though hungry, cannot rife too foon.
But I, expecting more, in my own wrong
Protracting life, have liv'd a day too long.
If yesterday could be recall'd again,
Ev'n now would I conclude my happy reign;
But is too late, my glorious race is run,
And a dark cloud c'ertakes my setting fun.
Had'st thou not lov'd, or loving fav'd the fhame,
If not the fin, by fome illuftrious name,
This little comfort had reliev'd my mind,
'Twas frailty, not unusual to thy kind:
But thy low fail bencath thy royal blood
Shews downward appetite to mix with mud:
Thus not the leaft excufe is left for thee,
Nor the leaft refuge for unhappy me.

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For him I have refolv'd, whom by surprise
I took, and scarce can call it, in difguife;
For fuch was his attire, as, with intent
Of nature, fuited to his mean defcent:
The harder question yet remains behind,
What rains a parent and a prince can find
To punish an offence of this degenerate kind.
As I have lov'd, and yet I love thee more
Than ever father lov'd a child before;
So that indulgence draws me to forgive:
Nature, that gave thee life, would have thee live :
But, as a public parent of the state,

My justice, and thy crime, requires thy fate.
Fain would I choose a middle course to steer;
Nature's too kind, and juftice too fevere :
Speak for us both, and to the balance bring
On either fide the father and the king.
Heaven knows, my heart is bent to favour thee;
Make it but fcanty weight, and leave the rest to

me.

Here ftopping with a sigh, he pour'd a flood Of tears, to make his laft expreffion good,

She, who had heard him speak, nor saw alone
The fecret conduct of her love was known,
But he was taken who her foul poffefs'd,
Felt all the pangs of forrow in her breast:
And little wanted, but a woman's heart,
With cries and tears had testify'd her smart,
But inborn worth, that fortune can controul,
New ftrung and stiffer bent her fofter foul;
The heroine affum'd the woman's place,
Confirm'd her mind, and fortify'd her face:
Why should the beg, or what could she pretend,
When her ftern father had condemn'd her friend?
Her life the might have had; but her despair
Of faving his, had put it past her care;
Refolv'd on fate, fhe would not lose her breath,
But, rather than not die, folicit death.
Fix'd on this thought, fhe, not as women use,
Her fault by common frailty would excufe;
But boldly justify'd her innocence,

[Spoke

And while the fact was own'd, deny'd th' offence:
Then with dry eyes, and with an open look,
She met his glance mid-way, and thus undaunted
Tancred, I neither am difpos'd to make
Request for life, nor offer'd life to take;
Much lefs deny the deed; but leaft of all
Beneath pretended justice weakly fall.
My words to facred truth fhall be confin'd,
My deeds fhall fhew the greatness of my mind.
That I have lov'd, I own; that still I love,
I call to witness all the powers above;
Yet more I own to Guifcard's love I give
The small remaining time I have to live;
And if beyond this life defire can be,
Not fate itself fhall fet my paffion free.
This first avow'd; nor folly warp'd my mind,
Nor the frail texture of the female kind
Betray'd my virtue; for, too well I knew
What honour was, and honour had his due:
Before the holy prieft my vows were ty'd,
So came I not a ftrumpet, but a bride.
This for my fame, and for the public voice:
Yet more, his merits justify'd my choice:
Which had they not, the first election thine,
That bond diffolv'd, the next is freely mine;
Or grant I err'd, (which yet I must deny)
Had parents power ev'n fecond vows to tie,
Thy little care to mend my widow'd nights,
Has forc'd me to recourse of marriage rites,
To fill an empty fide, and follow known de-

Thou hast been young, and canft remember still, That when thou hadft the power, thou hadft the will;

And from the past experience of thy fires,
Canft tell with what a tide our ftrong defires
Come rushing on in youth, and what their rage
requires.

And grant thy youth was exercis'd in arms,
When love no leifure found for fofter charms,
My tender age in luxury was train'd,
With idle ease and pageants entertain'd;
My hours my own, my pleasures unrestrain'd.
So bred, no wonder if I took the bent
That feem'd ev'n warranted by thy confent;
For, when the father is too fondly kind,
Such feed he fows, fuch harvest fhall he find.
Blame then thyself, as reason's law requires,
(Since nature gave, and thou foment't, my fires);
If still thofe appetites continue ftrong,
Thou may'ft confider I am yet but young:
Confider too that, having been a wife,
I must have tafted of a better life;
And am not to be blam'd, if I renew

By lawful means the joys which then I knew.
Where was the crime, if pleature I procur'd,
Young, and a woman, and to blifs innur'd!
That was my cafe, and this is my defence:
I pleas'd myself, I fhunn'd incontinence,

Left to myfelf, I muft avow, I ftrove From public fhame, to fcreen my fecret love, And, well acquainted with thy native pride, Endeavoured what I could not help, to hide; For which a woman's wit an eafy way fupply'd.. How this, fo well contriv'd, fo closely laid, Was known to thee, or what by chance betray'd, Is not my care; to pleafe thy pride alone, I could have with'd it had been still unknown, Nor took 1 Guifcard by blind fancy led, Or hafty choice, as many women wed; But with deliberate care, and ripen'd thought, At leifure firft defign'd, before I wrought: On him I refted, after long debate, And, not without confidering, fix'd my fate: His flame was equal, though by mine infpir'd (For fo the difference of our birth requir'd); Had he been born like me, like me his love Had first begun, what mine was forc'd to move: But thus beginning, thus we perfevere; Our pallions yet continue what they were, Nor length of trial makes our joys the lefs fin

cere.

At this my choice, though not by thine allow'd
(Thy judgment herding with the common crowd),
Thou tak'ft unjust offence; and, led by them,
Doft lefs the merit, than the man esteem.
Too fharply, Tancred, by thy pride betray'd,
Haft thou against the laws of kind inveigh'd:
For all th' offence is in opinion plac'd,
Which deems high birth by lowly choice debas'd.
This thought alone with fury fires thy breaft
(For holy marriage juftifies the reft),
That I have funk the glories of the state,
And mix'd my blood with a plebeian mate;

In which I wonder theu fhoud'st overfee
Superior caufes, or impute to me

The fault of fortune, or the fates' decree.
Or call it heaven's imperial power alone, [known.
Which moves on fprings of juftice, though un-
Yet this we fee, though order'd for the beft,
The bad exalted, and the good opprefs'd;
Permitted laurels grace the lawless brow,
Th' unworthy rais'd, the worthy caft below.

But leaving that: fearch we the fecret fprings,
And backward trace the principles of things;
There fhall we find, that when the world began,
One common mafs compos'd the mould of man;
One pale of flesh on all degrees bestow'd,
And kneaded up alike with moistening blood.
The fame almighty power infpir'd the frame
With kindled life, and form'd the fouls the fame :
The faculties of intellect and will
(skill,)
Difpens'd with equal hand, difpos'd with equal
Like liberty indulg'd with choice of good or ill:)
Thus born alike, from virtue first began
The difference that diftinguish'd man from man:
He claim'd no title from defcent of blood,
But that which made him noble made hini good:
Warm'd with more particles of heavenly flame,
He wing d his upright flight, and foar'd to

fame;

The reft remain'd below, a tribe without a name.
This law, though custom now diverts the courie,
As nature's inftitute, is yet in force;
Uncancel'd, though difus'd; and he, whose mind
Is virtuous, is alone of noble kind;
Though poor in fortune, of celeftial race;
And he commits the crime who calls him base.
Now lay the line; and measure all thy court,
By inward virtue, not external port;
And find whom juftly to prefer above
The man on whom my judgment plac'd my love:
So fhalt thou fee his parts and person shine;
And, thus compar'd, the rest a base degenerate line,
Nor took I, when I first survey'd thy court,
His valour, or his virtues, on report;
But trusted what I ought to truft alone,
Relying on thy eyes, and not my own;
Thy praife, (and thine was then the public voice)
First recommended Guifcard to my choice;
Directed thus by thee, I look'd, and found
A man I thought deferving to be crown'd;
First by my father pointed to my fight,
Nor lefs confpicuous by his native light;
His mind, his mien, the features of his face,
Excelling all the rest of human race: [aright.
These were thy thoughts, and thou could't judge
Till intereft made a jaundice in thy fight;
Or fhould I grant thou didst not rightly fee;
Then thou wert first deceiv'd, and I deceiv'd by
thee.

But if thou shalt allege through pride of mind,
Thy blood with one of base condition join'd,
'Tis falfe; for 'tis not bafenefs to be poor;
His poverty augments thy crime the more;
Upbraids thy juftice with the fcant regard
Of worth; whom princes praife, they should re-
ward.

Are these the kings intrusted by the crowd
With wealth, to be difpens'd for common good?
The people fweat not for their king's delight,
T' enrich a pimp, or raise a parasite;
Their's is the toil; and he who well has ferv'd
His country, has his country's wealth deferv'd.
Ev'n mighty monarchs oft are meanly born,
And kings by birth to lowest rank return;
All fubject to the power of giddy chance,
For fortune can deprefs, or can advance:
But true nobility is of the mind,

Not given by chance, and not to chance design'd.
For the remaining doubt of thy decree,
What to refolve, and how dispose of me,
Be warn'd to caft that useless care aside,
Myfelf alone will for myself provide.
If, in thy doting and decrepit age,
Thy foul, a ftranger in thy youth to rage,
Begins in cruel deeds to take delight,
Gorge with my blood thy barbarous appetite;
For I fo little am difpos'd to pray
For life, I would not cast a wifh away.
Such as it is, th' offence is all my own;
And what to Guifcard is already done,
Or to be done, is doom'd by thy decree,
That, if not executed firft by thee,
Shall on my perfon be perform'd by me.
Away, with women weep, and leave me here,
Fix'd like a man, to die without a tear,
Or fave, or flay us both this present hour,
'Tis all that fare has left within thy power.
She faid; nor did her father fail to find,
In all the fpoke, the greatness of her mind;
Yet thought she was not obftinate to die,
Nor deem'd the death the promis'd was fo nigh:
Secure in this belief, he left the dame,
Refolv'd to fpare her life, and fave her shame;
But that detefted object to remove,
To wreak his vengeance, and to cure her love.
Intent on this, a fecret order fign'd,

The death of Guifcard to his guards enjoin'd;
Strangling was chofen, and the night the time,
A te revenge, and blind as was the crime:
His faithful heart, a bloody facrifice,

Torn from his breast, to glut the tyrant's eyes,
Clos'd the fevere command (for slaves to pay);
What kings decree, the foldier must obey:
Wag'd against foes, and when the wars are o'er,
Fit only to maintain defpotic power:
Dangerous to freedom, and defir'd alone
By kings, who feek an arbitrary throne;
Such were thefe guards; as ready to have flain
The prince himself, allur'd with greater gain;
So was the charge perform'd with better will,
By men inur'd to blood, and exercis'd in ill.
Now, though the fullen fire had eas'd his
mind,

The pomp of his revenge was yet behind,
A pomp prepar'd to grace the prefent he de-
fign'd.

A goblet rich with gems, and rough with gold,
Of depth, and breadth, the precious pledge to hold,
With cruel care he chofe: the hollow part
Inclos'd, the lid conceal'd the lover's heart:

Then of his trufted mischiefs one he fent,
And bade him with these words the gift present :
Thy father fends thee this to cheer thy breast,
And glad thy fight with what thou lov'ft the best;
As thou haft pleas'd his eyes, and joy'd his mind,
With what he lov'd the most of human kind.

Ere this the royal dame, who well had weigh'd
The confequence of what her fire had faid,
Fix'd on her fate, against th' expected hour,
Procur'd the means to have it in her power;
For this, fhe had distill'd with early care
The juice of fimpies friendly to despair,
A magazine of death; and thus prepar'd,
Secure to die, the fatal meffage heard:
Then fmil'd fevere; nor with a troubled look,
Or trembling hand, the funeral prefent took :
Ev'n kept her countenance, when the lid remov'd
Difclos'd the heart, unfortunately lov'd;
She needed not be told, within whofe breaft
It lodg'd; the message had explain'd the reft.
Or not amaz'd, or hiding her surprise,
She sternly on the bearer fix'd her eyes:
Then thus; Tell Tancred, on his daughter's part,
The gold, though precious, equals not the heart:
But he did well to give his best; and I,
Who wish'd a worthier urn, forgive his poverty.

At this the curb'd a groan, that else had come, And, pausing, view'd the prefent in the tomb; Then, to the heart ador'd devoutly glew'd Her lips, and, raising it, her speech renew'd: Ev'n from my day of birth, to this, the bound Of my unhappy being, I have found My father's care and tenderness exprefs'd; But this laft act of love excels the rest: For this fo dear a prefent, bear him back The best return that I can live to make.

The meffenger dispatch'd, again she view'd
The lov'd remains, and fighing thus purfu'd:
Source of my life, and lord of my defires,
In whom I liv'd, with whom my foul expires,
Poor heart, no more the spring of vital heat,
Curs'd be the hands that tore thee from thy feat!
The courfe is finish'd which thy fates decreed,
And thou from thy corporeal prifon freed:
Soon has thou reach'd the goal with mended pace,
A world of woes difpatch'd in little space;
Forc'd by thy worth, thy foe, in death become
Thy friend, has lodg'd thee in a coftly tomb.
There yet remain'd thy funeral exequies,
The weeping tribute of thy widow's eyes,
And thofe, indulgent heaven has found the way
That I, before my death, have leave to pay.
My father ev'n in cruelty is kind,

Or heaven has turn'd the malice of his mind
To better uses than his Late defign'd;
And made th' infult, which in his gift appears,
The means to mourn thee with my pious tears;
Which I will pay thee down, before I go,
And fave myself the pains to weep below,
If fouls can weep; though once meant to meet
My fate with face unmov'd, and eyes unwet,
Yet fince I have thee here in narrow room,
My tears fhall fet thee firft afkat within thy
tomb;

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