Cl. Ah this voice killes me. Ah good Gods! I swounde.
I can no more, I die. Eras. Madame, alas!
And will you yeld to woe? Ah speake to vs.
Eup. Come children. Chil. We come. Eup. Follow we our chaunce.
The Gods shall guide vs. Char. O too cruell lott!
O too hard chaunce! Sister what shall we do,
What shall we do, alas! if murthring darte
Of death arriue while that in slumbring swound
Half dead she lie with anguish ouergone?
Er. Her face is frozen. Ch. Madame for Gods loue