As Souls departing pay the Deities,
When with incessant Sighs they haste away,
And leave Humanity behind. Oh! so did I
Abandon all the lesser [Joys] of Life,
For that of being permitted but t’adore ye.
Alas, if ’twere displeasing to you,
Why did your self encourage it?
I might have languish’d, as I did before,
And hid those Crimes which make you hate me now.
—Oh, I am lost? Antonio, thou’st undone me; He rises in Rage.