Dark clouds come o'er my eyes—farewell, good night!
Good night! my mighty soul's inclined to roam,
So make my compliments to all at home. [Lies down by the King.
Fusbos. And o'er thy grave a monument shall rise,
Where heroes yet unborn shall feast their eyes;
And this short epitaph that speaks thy fame,
Shall also there immortalize my name:—
"Here lies Bombastes, stout of heart and limb,
Who conquered all but Fusbos—Fusbos him."
Enter Distaffina.