For by your life we entertain our lives. Tamb. But sons, this subject, not of force enough To hold the fiery spirit it contains, Must part, imparting his impressions By equal portions unto both your breasts; My flesh, divided in your precious shapes, Shall still retain my spirit, though I die, And live in all your seeds immortally. Then now remove me, that I may resign My place and proper title to my son. First, take my scourge and my imperial crown, And mount my royal chariot of estate, That I may see thee crown'd before I die. Help me, my lords, to make my last remove. Ther. Woeful change, my lords; it daunts our thoughts, More than the ruin of our proper souls. Tamb. Sit up, my son, [and] let me see how well Thou wilt become thy father's majesty. [They crown Amyras. Amy. With what a flinty bosom should I joy The breath of life and burthen of my soul, If not 'resolv'd into resolved pains, My body's mortified laments Should exercise the motions of my heart, Pierc'd with the joy of any dignity!+ O father! if the unrelenting ears * Lineament in the 8vo. + The meaning of this sentence is too obscure for ordinary comprehension, it is past finding out.' Of death and hell be shut against my pray'rs, How should I step, or stir my hateful feet TAMB. Let not thy love exceed thine honour, son Nor bar thy mind that magnanimity That nobly must admit necessity. Sit up, my boy, and with these silken reins Since fate commands and proud necessity. AMY. Heav'ns witness me with what a broken heart And damned spirit I ascend this seat, And send my soul before my father die, His anguish and his burning agony ! TAMB. Now fetch the hearse of fair Zenocrate; Let it be plac'd by this my fatal chair, And serve as parcel of my funeral. USUM. Then feels your majesty no sovereign ease, Nor may our hearts, all drown'd in tears of blood, Joy any hope of your recovery? TAMB. Casane, no; the monarch of the earth, Tech. Then let some God oppose his holy pow'r Against the wrath and tyranny of death, That his tear-thirsty and unquenched hate May be upon himself reverberate ! [They bring in the hearse. cliffs. Your sweet desires depriv'd my company, [He dies. Amy. Meet heaven and earth, and here let all things end, |