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THE PICCOLOMINI, OR THE
OCTAVIO.
Of filial love? No grasp of th' hand at parting?
It is a bloody war, to which we are going,
And the event uncertain and in darkness.
So us'd we not to part—it was not so!
Is it then true? I have a son no longer?
{Max. falls into his arms, they hold each for
a long time in a speechless embrace, then
go away at different sides.)
THE CURTAIN DROPS.
Printed by G. Woodfall, No. 22, Päternoster-Row, London.
