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Yet thou'rt a brave man, tho' thou art a Greek,
I would far rather let thee die in peace.

CONSTANTINE.

No, no! have at thee! (pushing at the Turk with his sword, who turning against him as he is half raised from the ground, thrusts him through the body.)

I thank thee, friendly foe-man, this will do:

Thou hast done me good service.

TURK.

And thou art welcome to it. Fare thee well!

A good death to thee! for thou art no Greek.
(Exit.

CONSTANTINE.

Ay, this will do: this hath the true stern gripe

Of potent speedy death. My task is closed.
I now put off these weeds of flesh and blood,
And, thanks be unto him who cloth'd me in them
Untarnish'd with disgrace. What cometh after
Full surely cometh well. 'Tis a dark pass.——

(Catching at a dropt garment that has been left by some of the fugitives on the ground near him.)

Here is a ready shrowd to wrap my head:

This death deals shrewdly with me. (Covers his face and dies, after a considerable struggle )