A TRAGEDY.
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First Offi. Ah yes, my Lord! that countenance is death.
(Selred kneels by the body and hides his head.)
Eth. Then peace be to his spirit!
A brave and daring soul is gone to rest.
Thus powerful death th' ambitious man arrests,
In midst of all his great and towering hopes,
With heart high swoln; as the omnipotent frost
Seizes the rough enchafed northern sea,
And all its mighty billows, heav'd aloft,
Boldly commixing with the clouds of heaven,
Are fix'd to rage no more.
(The Curtain drops.)
