Who had fled with him; and so provoked his death

At the hands of his own prisoners, who ran

Upon him from the trees and cut him down.

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Sa. By their hands fell he on this spot?

En.’Twas so.

Sa. O justest stroke of fate. ’Twas here he slew

The prince thy brother.

En.Tell me not, I pray,

That brag of his was true.