MIDDLETON. O Marlowe ! canst thou rise with power no more? What is't comes hither, like a gust of wind? CECILIA rushes in. CECILIA. Where where ? O, then, 'tis true-and he is dead! All's over now-there's nothing in the world— For he who raised my heart up from the dust, I never knew how deep it was till now! Through me, too!-do not curse me !-I was the causeYet do not curse me-No! no! not the cause, But that it happen'd so. This is the reward Lifted in heavenly air-and suddenly The arm that placed me, and with strength sustain'd me, Is snatch'd up, starward: I can neither follow, Nor can I touch the gross earth any more! Pray for me, gentlemen !-but breathe no blessings- I wish no blessings-nor could bear their weight; But, pray for me-my soul is buried here. (Sinks down upon the body.) MIDDLETON. "Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough!" (Solemn music.) VOL. III. Dark Curtain. Ν entrance, ii. 252 eye, by the, ii, 68 falc'nets, i. 152 fancy, ii. 339 far-fet, ii. 344 favour, iii. 97 fawns, iii. 92 gabions, i. 154 garboils, iii. 255 Gascoigne, George, iii. 226 gaunt, iii. 236 gear, i. 31 give arms, i. 164 gobbets, iii. III grate, iii. 215 guess, i. 313 Guilpin's Skialetheia quoted, iii. 214, 238 Guise, the, ii. 9 had I wist, ii. 172 halcyon's bill, ii. 12 Hammon, Master Thomas, ii. Hatton, Sir Christopher, his monu |