Mon. When I'm laid low i'th' grave, and quite forgotten,

[dies.

Cham. Gape, earth, and swallow me to quick destruction,

Cas. Stand off; thou hot-brain'd, boisterous, noisy, ruffian!

Cham. By the love

Cas. Vanish, I charge thee! or—

[draws a dagger.

Cham. Thou canst not kill me!

Acas. What means Castalio? Sure thou wilt not pull

Cas. Thou, unkind Chamont,

Cham. What?

Acas. Have patience.

Cas. Patience! preach it to the winds,

[stabs himself.

[dies.

Cham. Take care of good Acasto, whilst I go

[exeunt.

THE END.

 Prologue.

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