To suffer martyrdom, at least with such
An epitaph as larceny upon my tomb.
It is but a night's lodging which I crave;
To-morrow I will try the waters, as
The dove did—trusting that they have abated.50
Wer. Abated? Is there hope of that?
Gab.There was
At noontide.
Wer.Then we may be safe.