Shatter it! shatter it, I say!—Is ’t done?
Is ’t vanish’d—
Luc. What has thus unsensed you?
Cipr. Oh!—
You know it—saw it—did it—
Luc. Come—be a man:
What, scared with a mere death’s-head?
Cipr. Death’s, indeed!—
Luc. What was it more?—
Cipr. Justina’s seeming self—