Tenesco.
I will conduct you to them—Follow me—
[Exeunt Tenesco and Chekitan.
Ponteach.
This is a sad Reception from a Conquest,
And puts an awful Gloom upon our Joy;
I fear his Grief will overtop his Reason;
A Lover weeps with more than common Pain.
Nor flows his greatest Sorrow at his Eyes:
His Grief is inward, and his Heart sheds Tears,
And in his Soul he feels the pointed Woe,
When he beholds the lovely Object lost.
The deep-felt Wound admits no sudden Cure;
The festering Humour will not be dispers'd,
It gathers on the Mind, and Time alone,
That buries all Things, puts an End to this.
[Exeunt omnes.
Scene III. The Grove, with the dead bodies; Tenesco pointing Chekitan to them.
Tenesco.
There lie the Bodies, Prince, a wretched Sight!
Breathless and pale.
Chekitan.