Oh, frown me dead! let me not live to hear
My gracious queen and mistress so severe!
I've made some horrible mistake, no doubt;
Oh! tell me what it is!
Queen. No, find it out.
Tat. No, I will never leave you; here I'll grow
Till you some token of forgiveness show.
Oh! all ye powers above, come down, come down!
And from her brow dispel that angry frown.
Queen. Tatlanthe, rise, you have prevail'd at last;