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322 THE POEMS OF ANNE �A. noyse as of a ship, striking against the shoar follow' d by repeated crys from within of many voyces. �From w th in. The Admiral's splitt, send out more boats. �[The Queen sinks into Clarilla's arms. �Queen. Take me Clarilla, take me to thy bosome, And tell those freinds, which fortune yett has left me. 70 The Gen'rals too (if they vouchsafe to hear thee) Tell 'em, that I forgave him all my wrongs, Tell 'em Clarilla, that I mourn'd his fall, Nay tell 'em (since in death, there's no dissembling) I loved him, more, then liberty or Empire. �Clar. Talk not of dying, since he still may live, And 'tis but prudence to support this greif, At least, till we can hear our fears are certain. �Queen. Wou'dst thou then have me stand upon the shoar, And wait, like sad Alcyone of old, 80 �'Till some huge billow, cast him at my feet, A breathlesse trunk, a pale, and livid corse, Oh! no, it is too much, too much to think itt; And 'ere the angry sea, returns his body, I'll meet his soul in the blest seats above, And free my self, from that new scene of sorrow. [She faints. �Clar. Oh! help, the Queen expires, she dyes, she dyes. �[Enter the rest of her women, whilst they are busy about her enters Lauredan, his dagger in his hand and speaks entering. �Laur. I'll do itt in her sight, the storm was kind To spare my life, for had I perish'd there, My eyes cou'd not have told my curious soul 90 �How she receiv'd the off'ring, fate had made her. �[He sees her fainted. Ha! �Yett hold my heart, Clarilla how came this? Is Blanfort dead, else what cou'd kill the Queen? ��� �