PLATE XXI.

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                      Ad IV  Scene I.


                        A CHURCH.


D ON PEDRO, D ON JOHN, LEONA TO, FRIAR FRANcIS, CLA UDJO,
             BENEDICA' BEA TRICE, and Altendanis.


       c/a~idzo.-O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been,
     If half thy outward graces had been placed
     About thy thoughts and counsels of thy heart!
     But fare thee ~ve1l, most foul, most fair! farewell.
     Thou pure impiety and impious purity!
     For thee I'll lock up all the gates of love,
     And on my eyelids shall conjedure hang,
     To turn all beauty into thoughts of harm,
     And never shall it more be gracious.
       Leonafo.-Hath no man's dagger here a point for me?
                                                     [Hero Swoons.
       Peafrice.-Why, how now, cousin! wherefore sink you down?
       Don ~o/in.-Come, let us go.  These things, come thus to light,
     Smother her spirits up.


             Paznted by WILLiAM HAMILTOA' R. A.