Herod And Mariamne A Tragedy |
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EPILOGUE,
Spoken by Mariamne.
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Herod And Mariamne | ||
EPILOGUE, Spoken by Mariamne.
I who by Herod's Jealous Wrath was Slain,Can by your Kindness be Reviv'd again.
I, who Undaunted dyed, now Trembling come,
Fearing your Breath, more than a Tyrants Doom.
If you but smile, let him still rage, and frown:
Your Friendship's valued more than Herod's Crown.
But if I cannot so much favour win,
Come but to Morrow, and I'le dye agen.
FINIS.
Herod And Mariamne | ||