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V

Another part of the same, more remote from Thebes.

Enter the Queens with the hearses of their Knights, in a funeral solemnity, etc.

Song.

Urns and odours bring away!

Vapours, sighs, darken the day!

Our dole more deadly looks than dying;

Balms, and gums, and heavy cheers,

Sacred vials fill’d with tears,

And clamours through the wild air flying!

Come, all sad and solemn shows,

That are quick-ey’d pleasure’s foes!

We convent naught else but woes:

We convent, etc.

Third Queen

This funeral path brings to your household’s grave:

Joy seize on you again! Peace sleep with him!

Second Queen

And this to yours.

First Queen

Yours this way. Heavens lend

A thousand differing ways to one sure end.

Third Queen

This world’s a city full of straying streets,

And death’s the market-place, where each one meets. Exeunt severally.