An[312] honour’d funeral for thy melting corse.
[He takes his scarf and ties it about his arm.
This scarf I’ll wear in memory of our souls
And of our mutual loves; here, here, I’ll wind it;
And full as often as I think on thee,
I’ll kiss this little ensign, this soft banner,
Smear’d with foes’ blood, all for the master’s honour.
Alas! I pity Bell’-Imperia’s eyes,
Just at this instant, her heart sinks and dies.
[Exit Horatio carrying Andrea on his back.