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SCENE VII.

ASCANIO, with Soldiers to them.
LUCIO.
Oh, death to all our hopes! 'tis now too late.
I cast thee from my hand, vile instrument!
Since she disdains thy service.

[Throws down his sword.
ASCANIO.
Seize that traitor—
Quick, bear him hence—Madam, I grieve to speak it,
The herald, to the temple porch, has issued
For final proclamation.

PRINCESS.
Spare your sorrow—
A shameful world, disgrac'd by souls like, thine,
Turns grief to joy, when noble natures leave it.
[Exit Princess guarded.