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SCENE VI.
Leonatus and Bellarius enter.Leon.
My Faustus here—
And bleeding!
Faust.
Blest gods—mine eyes, mine eyes
Have seen him, ere they close for ever!—O,
Your hand—'twill sooth me in my dying pangs—
My kindest, sweetest, dearest, noblest master!
Leon.
Alas—how happen'd this?
Faust.
I vainly hoped
To vindicate your quarrel—Clodio is
A—Oh—my time is scanty—Imogen—
Be happy, for your Imogen is—Oh—
[Dies.
Leon.
As thou art, my best Faustus,—O, my friend,
My follower thro' all fortunes!—had I time
To pay the tribute due,
I would embalm thee with my daily tears,
And tomb thee in my bosom.—Help me, father,
Help to bear this kindest of Heaven's creatures
Out of the public path, where trampling hoofs
Might spurn his loved remains.
[Exeunt bearing the Body.
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