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Scene XVII.

Justina and Lysander.
Justina.
I reply but with my tears.

Lysander.
Tears as vain as they are tardy.
What an act was mine, Justina,
When to thee my lips imparted
Who thou art! Oh, would I never
Told thee, that upon the margin
Of a rivulet in this forest,
A dead mother's womb here cast thee!

Justina.
I. ...

Lysander.
Do not attempt excuses.

Justina.
Heaven will make them, then, hereafter

Lysander.
When too late, perhaps.

Justina.
No limit
Can be late here while life lasteth.

Lysander.
For the punishment of crimes.

Justina.
Injured truth to re-establish.

Lysander.
I, from what I have seen, condemn thee.

Justina.
I thee, from what thou knowest not, rather.

Lysander.
Leave me; I go forth to die
Where my grief will soon dispatch me.

Justina.
At thy feet I would lose my life;
But do not reject me, father.

[Exeunt.