And what an end! One that its own beginning
Engulfs with all beside. The time that’s past,
The time to come, dissolve to naught in me.
Naught I have had and naught I have and naught
I shall have. Oh, was mortal e’er so poor?
Alex.
Whatever misdeed hatched and wrought by Herod
You told me, every several one I’d credit,
But this——
Mar.