There is no winter in my thoughts—adieu!
Exit.
Marlowe.
She's gone!—How leafless is my life!—My strength
Seems melted—my breast vacant—and in my brain
I hear the sound of a retiring sea.
Exit.
SCENE II.
Gravel Lane; Bankside.
There is no winter in my thoughts—adieu!
Exit.
Marlowe.
She's gone!—How leafless is my life!—My strength
Seems melted—my breast vacant—and in my brain
I hear the sound of a retiring sea.
Exit.
Gravel Lane; Bankside.