As, if it cannot stop ill blood, at least
Shall stop blood-shedding ’tween these hapless men.
Cipr. And shall the poor ambassador who fail’d
In the behalf of those who sent him here,
Hereafter dare to tell you how he sped
In making peace between them?
Just. Oh, do but that,
And what poor human prayer can win from Heaven,
You shall not be the poorer. So, good-night!
[Exit.