How that the king was dead.
Arm. The king is dead,’ &c. &c.
This, I confess, appears to me to be tragedy in masquerade. Nor is it, I think, accounted for, though it may be in part redeemed by her solemn address at the altar to the dead body of her husband.
‘Cal. Forgive me. Now I turn to thee, thou shadow
Of my contracted lord! Bear witness all,
I put my mother’s wedding-ring upon
His finger; ’twas my father’s last bequest:
(Places a ring on the finger of Ithocles).
Thus I new marry him, whose wife I am:
Death shall not separate us. Oh, my lords,