And learn of me to water it with tears.
Thy brother lost his life attempting mine;
Which cannot for Lord Arnold’s loss suffice:
I must revenge, unlucky Paradine!
The blood his death will draw from Laura’s eyes.
We rivals were in Laura; but, tho’ she
My griefs derided, his with sighs approv’d,
Yet I, in love’s exact integrity,
Must take thy life for killing him she lov’d.
His generosity, however, was fatal both to his foe and himself.