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But there is sent in mercy to my heart,
For which I humbly give——O no, I may not!
Death is upon me now.——Ella and Lucia:
Stand closer to me: let me firmly grasp

Something that I have lov'd. (Catching hold of them with a convulstve grasp.)

It will soon cease:

Farewel unto ye all! (Dies.)

(A solemn pause, all standing round and gazing upon the body.)

OTHUS.

And this is the last form that we do wear,

Unto the sad and solemn gaze of those
Who have beheld us in our days of joy.
Honour and deepest rev'rence be to thee,
Thou honour'd dead!(Bowing respectfully to the body.)

MAHOMET.

Great God of heav'n! was this a woman's spirit

That took its flight?

RODRIGO.

Let ev'ry proudest worship be upon her,

For she is number'd with the gallant dead.
Not in the trophied field, nor sculptur'd dome;
No, nor beneath the dark and billowy deep
Is there one laid, o'er whom the valiant living
With truer zeal would their high banners wave,
Or bid the deep-mouth'd cannon nobly tell
How brave men mourn the brave.