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TRIO.
Matron.
Hence, hence! away; in vain you strive
To tear me from my dear dead man;
His wife I am, dead or alive,
My love shall end where it began.

Father.
But daughter—

Maid.
Mistress—

Matron.
Grief, O Grief!

1., 2.
Will staying here bring him relief?
To molder with him in the grave
Is killing two.

Matron.
Adieu, adieu;
To die with him is all I crave.

1., 2.
Some comfort take—

Matron.
My heart will break.

1., 2.
And with us go.

Matron.
No, no, no, no.
Oh, oh, oh, oh!

1., 2.
You shall, you must.

Matron.
No, his dear dust
By me shall never be deserted;
But here I'll stay,
Both night and day,
Till Death has join'd whom Death hath parted.