The fates have led our feet by luckless ways
Which only lead to death. I loved but thee.
I wished thy State no wrong, but I am dying.
Farewell! my love, farewell!
[Dies.
Gycia.
Oh, my lost love!
[Throws herself on the body and kisses it passionately.
Zetho. Poor souls! Mysterious are the ways of Heaven,
And these have suffered deeply in the fortune