Seg. Not ev’n the Dead,
Call’d to the resurrection of the blest,
Shall so directly drop all memory
Of woes and wrongs foregone!
Clo. But not resent—
Purged by the trial of that sorrow past
For full fruition of their present bliss.
Seg. But leaving with the Judge what, till this earth
Be cancell’d in the burning heavens, He leaves
His earthly delegates to execute,