Indeed, indeed, I’m wrong’d! most sadly wrong’d!
Did these my warblings charm ye? then I’ll die;
For look you, maiden, I’ll sing sweeter far,
Than dying swan at ninety and nine years!
Lack, lack, a day! I’m faint! your arm, sweet maid.
There is my gage, farewell: good night, sweet! good night!—
[Exeunt.
END OF THE THIRD ACT.
ACT IV.
SCENE I.—AURELIUS’ CAMP.