[page 128][1518-1530] OED. That ye send from the country.
CR. God alone can let thee go.
OED. But the Gods long since abhor me.
CR. Thou wilt sooner gain that boon.
OED. Then consent.
CR. ’Tis not my wont to venture promises too soon.
OED. Lead me now within the palace.
CR. Come, but leave thy children.
OED. Nay!
Tear not these from my embraces!
CR. Hope not for perpetual sway:
Since the power thou once obtainedst ruling with unquestioned might
Ebbing from thy life hath vanished ere the falling of the night.