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69.
Let us forsake for safety of our Eyes
Our other loss; which I will straight inter,
And raise a Trophy where each Body lies;
Vain marks, how those alive the Dead prefer!
Let us forsake for safety of our Eyes
Our other loss; which I will straight inter,
And raise a Trophy where each Body lies;
Vain marks, how those alive the Dead prefer!
70.
If my full Breast, my wounds that empty be,
And this Days toil (by which my strength is gon)
Forbid me not, I Bergamo will see
Ere it beholds the next succeeding Sun.
If my full Breast, my wounds that empty be,
And this Days toil (by which my strength is gon)
Forbid me not, I Bergamo will see
Ere it beholds the next succeeding Sun.
71.
Thither convey thy souls consid'rate thought,
How in this cause the Court and Camp's inclin'd;
What Oswald's Faction with the King has wrought,
And how his loss prevails with Rhodalind.
Thither convey thy souls consid'rate thought,
How in this cause the Court and Camp's inclin'd;
What Oswald's Faction with the King has wrought,
And how his loss prevails with Rhodalind.
72.
The Count and Tybalt take their lowly leaves;
Their slain they sadly, with consuming hearts,
Bear tow'rds Verona, whilst the Duke perceives
Prince Hubert's grief, and thus his tears diverts.
The Count and Tybalt take their lowly leaves;
Their slain they sadly, with consuming hearts,
Bear tow'rds Verona, whilst the Duke perceives
Prince Hubert's grief, and thus his tears diverts.
73.
Afflicted Prince! in an unpleasant hour
You and your living (by blind valour led)
Are captives made to such an easie pow'r,
Shall you as little vex, as Death your dead.
Afflicted Prince! in an unpleasant hour
You and your living (by blind valour led)
Are captives made to such an easie pow'r,
Shall you as little vex, as Death your dead.
74.
The Dead can ne'r by living help return
From that dark Land, which life could ne'r disclose;
But these alive (for whom the Victors mourn)
To thee I give, thee to thine own dispose.
The Dead can ne'r by living help return
From that dark Land, which life could ne'r disclose;
But these alive (for whom the Victors mourn)
To thee I give, thee to thine own dispose.
75.
Be not with honours guilded Baits beguild;
Nor think Ambition wife, because 'tis brave;
For though we like it, as a forward Child,
'Tis so unsound, her Cradle is her Grave.
Be not with honours guilded Baits beguild;
Nor think Ambition wife, because 'tis brave;
For though we like it, as a forward Child,
'Tis so unsound, her Cradle is her Grave.
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