No REPRIEVE.
Now now Lucatia, now make hast
Now now Lucatia, now make hast, if thou wilt see how strong thou art, there needs but
one frown more to waste the whole remainer of my heart. Alas! undone to Fate, I bow my head
ready to die, now die, and now now now am dead. You look to have an Age of tryal ere you a Lover
will repay; but my state brooks no more denial, I cannot this one minute stay. Alas! undone to
Fate, I bow my head ready to die; now die, and now now now am dead. Look in my wound and
see how cold, how pale and gasping my Soule lies, which Nature strives in vain to hold;
whilst wing'd with sighs away it flies. Alas! undone to Fate, I bow my head ready to die; now
die, and now now now am dead. See see already
Charon's boat, who grimly asks, Why all this
stay? Hark how the fatal Sisters shout! and now they call away away. Alas! undone to Fate,
I bow my head, ready to die, now die, and now now now am dead.
