Madrigal And Trulletta | ||
SCENE I.
An Apartment.Madrigal, Trulletta.
Mad.
Thy last sad duties to thy sire are paid:
The grave hath op'd its consecrated maw
To swallow down thy father's hallow'd corse.
The Stygian tar no longer can refuse
His spirit passage to th' Elysian shades.
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