See several examples in Mr Steevens's note on the last passage. [368] That is, the right they own or possess. So, in the "Virgin Martyr," by Massinger and Decker, act ii. sc. 2-- "Sir, he is more indebted To you for praise, than you to him that _owes it_." And in "Othello," act iii. sc. 3-- "Not poppy nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever med'cine thee to that sweet sleep, Which thou _ow'dst_ yesterday." [369] [Empire.] ACT V. MESSENGER, CORNELIA, CHORUS. MESSENGER. Unhappy man! amongst so many wracks As I have suffer'd both by land and sea, That scornful destiny denies my death! Oft have I seen the ends of mightier men, Whose coats of steel base death hath stol'n into; And in this direful war before mine eyes Beheld their corses scatter'd on the plains, And endless numbers falling by my side; Nor those ignoble, but the noblest lords. 'Mongst whom above the rest (that moves me most) Scipio (my dearest master) is deceas'd; And death, that sees the noblest[371] blood so rife, Full-gorged triumphs, and disdains my life. CORNELIA. We are undone. CHORUS. Scipio hath lost the day; But hope the best, and hearken to his news. CORNELIA. O cruel fortune! MESSENGER. These misfortunes yet Must I report to sad Cornelia; Whose ceaseless grief (which I am sorry for) Will aggravate my former misery. [_Aside._ CORNELIA. Wretch that I am, why leave I not the world? Or wherefore am I not already dead? O world! O wretch! CHORUS. Is this th' undaunted heart, That is required in extremities? Be more confirmed. And, madam, let not grief Abuse your wisdom like a vulgar wit. Haply the news is better than the noise; Let's hear him speak. CORNELIA. O no, for all is lost! Farewell, dear father. CHORUS. He is sav'd perhaps. MESSENGER. Methinks I hear my master's daughter speak. What sighs, what sobs, what plaints, what passions Have we endur'd, Cornelia, for your sake? CORNELIA. Where is thine emperor? MESSENGER. Where our Captains are. Where are our legions? where our men at arms? Or where so many of our Roman souls? The earth, the sea, the vultures, and the crows, Lions and bears, are their best sepulchres. CORNELIA. O miserable! CHORUS. Now I see the heavens Are heap'd with rage and horror 'gainst this house. CORNELIA. O earth! why opest thou not? CHORUS. Why wail you so? Assure yourself that Scipio bravely died; And such a death excels a servile life. Say, messenger; the manner of his end Will haply comfort this your discontent. CORNELIA. Discourse the manner of his hard mishap, And what disastrous accident did break So many people, bent so much to fight.