Car. Mercy!
You blessed angels, take him!
Hengo. Kiss me—so—
Farewell, farewell! [Dies.
Car. Farewell the hopes of Britain!
Thou royal graft, farewell for ever!—Time and death,
Ye've done your worst. Fortune, now see, now proudly
Pluck off thy veil, and view thy triumph; look,
Look what thou hast brought this land to.—Oh, fair flower,
How lovely yet thy ruins show! how sweetly