Myr.It is long
In sounding.
Sar.Now, farewell; one last embrace.
Myr. Embrace, but not the last; there is one more.470
Sar. True, the commingling fire will mix our ashes.
Myr. And pure as is my love to thee, shall they,
Purged from the dross of earth, and earthly passion,
Mix pale with thine. A single thought yet irks me.
Sar. Say it.
Myr.It is that no kind hand will gather