When the watchmen, followed by the Prince of Verona and the parents of the ill-fated lovers, entered the vault, there was nothing to be done. All was over now—the joy and the sorrow, the hatred and the strife. Revenge was silenced; henceforth the voice of dissension was mute. In the presence of those unseeing witnesses the bitter enemies were reconciled.
In this “palace of dim night,” this dark abode of death, nothing was left now but peace and the abiding memory of undying love.
Macbeth
The Weird Sisters
