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SCENE VIII.

To them, LUCIO.
LUCIO.
Forgive the obedience of reluctant duty!
I have the council's order to commit
The Princess to a guard's close custody.

KING.
Thou art my subject, Lucio! and my soldier;
Do thy unhappy master one last service;
Draw forth thy sword, and strike it through my heart.

PRINCESS.
No; let our grief be sacred: if we weep,
Let them not see, and triumph in our tears.
Martyrs have died in voluntary flames,
And heroes rush'd on death inevitable,
By faith inspir'd, or glory. Thou, Sophia!
Sustain'd alone by peace and innocence,
Meet fate as firmly, and transcend their daring.

[Exeunt.