Luc. Set him Breaft-deep in Earth, and famish him:
There let him stand, and rave and cry for Food:
If any one relieves or pities him,
For the Offence he dies: This is our Doom:
Some stay to fee him fastned in the Earth
Aar.O why fhould Wrath be mute, and Fury dumb
I am no Baby, I, that with base Prayers
I should repent the evil I have done:
Ten thousand worse than ever yet I did,
Would I perform, if I might have my Will:
If one good Deed in all my Life I did,
I do repent it from my very
Luc. Some loving Friends convey the Emperor hence,
And give him burial in his Father's Grave.
My Father, and Lavinia, fhall forthwith
Be closed in our Houfholds Monument:
As for that hainous Tygress Tamora,
No funeral Rites, nor Man in mournful Weeds,
No mournful Bell fhall ring her Burial;
But throw her forth to Beafts and Birds of Prey :
Her Life was Beast-like, and devoid of Pity,
And being fo, fhall have like want of Pity.
See Juftice done on Aaron that damn'd Moor,
From whom our heavy haps had their beginning;
Then afterwards, we'll order well the State,
That like Events may ne'er it ruinate.
The End of the Fifth Volume.