Fortune, I thank thee for this courtesy;
And let me never see one prosperous hour, If Sabren die not a reproachful death.
SABREN.
Hard hearted death, that, when the wretched call, Art furthest off, and seldom hearest at all;But, in the midst of fortune's good success, Uncalled comes, and sheers our life in twain:
When will that hour, that blessed hour, draw nigh, When poor distressed Sabren may be gone?
Sweet Atropos, cut off my fatal thread!
What art thou death? shall not poor Sabren die?
GWENDOLINE.
[Taking her by the chin shall say thus.]
Yes, damsel, yes; Sabren shall surely die, Though all the world should seek to save her life;And not a common death shall Sabren die, But after strange and grievous punishments Shortly inflicted upon thy bastard's head, Thou shalt be cast into the cursed streams, And feed the fishes with thy tender flesh.
SABREN.
And thinkst thou then, thou cruel homicide, That these thy deeds shall be unpunished?
No, traitor, no; the gods will venge these wrongs, The fiends of hell will mark these injuries.
