And I am going with instruction to him.
[Grace] go with you, Benedicite! Exit.
40 Jul. Must die to-morrow! O injurious [love],
That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror!
Prov.
’Tis pity of him.
Exeunt.
And I am going with instruction to him.
[Grace] go with you, Benedicite! Exit.
40 Jul. Must die to-morrow! O injurious [love],
That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror!
Prov.
’Tis pity of him.
Exeunt.