As on a rack I find myself decay,
And every moment looks a part of me away.
Vict. I wish I with my duty could dispense;
Heaven knows how loth I am to part from hence.
So, from the seal is softened wax disjoined;
So, from the mother plant, the tender rind.
But take the latest pledge that love can give;
Have courage, and for your Victoria live.
[She offers him her hand, he kisses it. Exit Victoria, he looking after her.