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mber Sylla in my Fulvia still. Consul, farewell! my Pompey, I must hence: And farewell, Rome: and, Fortune, now I bless thee, That both in life and death would'st not oppress me! [_Dies_. CORNELIA. O hideous storms of never-daunted fate! Now are those eyes, whose sweet reflections cool'd The smother'd rancours of rebellious thoughts, Clad with the sable mantles of the night; And like the tree that, robb'd of sun and showers, Mourns desolate withouten leaf or sap, So poor Cornelia, late bereft of love, Sits sighing, hapless, joyless, and forlorn. FULVIA. Gone is the flow'r that did adorn our fields; Fled are those sweet reflections of delight: Dead is my father! Fulvia, dead is he In whom thy life, for whom thy death, must be. FLACCUS. Ladies, to tire the time in restless moan Were tedious unto friends and nature too. Sufficeth you, that Sylla so is dead, As fame shall sing his power, though life be fled. POMPEY. Then to conclude his happiness, my lords, Determine where shall be his funeral. LEPIDUS. Even there where other nobles are interr'd. POMPEY. Why, Lepidus, what Roman ever was, That merited so high a name as he? Then why with simple pomp and funeral Would you entomb so rare a paragon? CORNELIA. An urn of gold shall hem his ashes in: The vestal virgins with their holy notes Shall sing his famous, though too fatal, death. I and my Fulvia with dispersed hair Will wait upon this noble Roman's hearse. FULVIA. And Fulvia, clad in black and mournful pall, Will wait upon her father's funeral. POMPEY. Come, bear we hence this trophy of renown, Whose life, whose death, was far from fortune's frown. [_Exeunt omnes. The funerals of_ SYLLA _in great pomp. Deo juvante, nil nocet livor malus: Et non juvante nil juvat labor gravis_. FINIS. MUCEDORUS. _EDITIONS. A Most pleasant Comedie of Mucedorus the kings sonne of Valentia and Amadine the Kings daughter of Arragon, with the merie conceites of Mouse. Newly set foorth, as it hath bin sundrie times plaide in the honorable Cittie of London. Very delectable and full of mirth. London Printed for William Iones, dwelling at Holborne conduit, at the signe of the Gunne_. 1598. 4to. _A Most pleasant Comedie of Mucedorus the Kings sonne of Valentia, and Amadine the Kings daughter of Aragon. With the merry conceites of Mouse.
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