My once-lov'd gen'ral, pri'thee come this way!
Oh! oh! my Bom—— [Dies.
Bombas. —Bastes he would have said;
But ere the word was out, his breath was fled.
Well, peace be with him, his untimely doom
Shall thus be mark'd upon his costly tomb:—
"Fate cropt him short—for be it understood.
He would have liv'd much longer—if he could." [Retires again up the stage.
Enter Fusbos.