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SCEN. VI.
Ballio, Tyndarus, Techmessa.Ball.
Sexton, I'le open first thine eares with these,
To make 'um fit to let perswasions in.
Tyn.
These, Sir, will cure my deafnesse.
Ball.
Art thou mine?
Tyn.
Sir, you have bought me.
Ball.
I'le pay double for thee.
Shall I prevail in my request?
Tyn.
Ask these.—
Ball.
Th'art apprehensive, to the purpose then;
Have you not in the temple some deep vault
Ordain'd for buriall?
Tyn.
Yes.
Ball.
Then I proceed:
We have to night perform'd the last of service
That piety can pay to our dead friends.
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'Twas charitably done.
Ball.
We brought 'um hither
To their last home.—Now Sir, they both being guilty
Of their own deaths, I fear the laws of Thebes
Deny 'um buriall. It would grieve me, Sir,
(For friendship cannot be so soon forgot;
Especially, so firm a one as ours)
To have 'um cast a prey to Wolves and Eagles.
Sir, these religious thoughts have brought me hither
Now at the dead of night; to intreat you,
To cast their coffins into some deep vault,
And to interre 'um.—O my Tyndarus,
All memory shall fail me, e're my thoughts
Can leave th' impression of that love I beare thee.
Thou left'st me half of all the land thou hadst;
And should I not provide thee so much earth
As I can measure by thy length, heaven curse me!
Tyn.
Sir, if your courtesie had not bound me yours,
This act of goodnesse had.
Ball.
So true a friend
No age records.—Farewell.—This work succeeds!
Posterity, that shall this story get,
May learn from hence an art to counterfeit.
Exit Ball.
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