But that’s all over, wish you joy, I’ll swear.
Good-by! I’m going home to die—my hair.
Exit, L.
Rom. So young to die! Farewell, my gentle friend:
Now to my business I will straight attend.
Here lies my love so snugly covered up,
And near her sits the fatal poisoned cup.
Eyes, look your last; but do not look too long.
If ’twon’t disturb you, love, I’ll sing a song.
Song, “Romeo.” Air, “Captain Jinks.”