GISMUNDA. I will prevent Both you and him. Lo, here this hearty draught, The last that in this world I mean to taste, Dreadless of death, mine Earl, I drink to thee. So now work on; now doth my soul begin To hate this light, wherein there is no love; No love of parents to their children; No love of princes to their subjects true; No love of ladies to their dearest loves: Now pass I to the pleasant land of love, Where heavenly love immortal flourisheth. The gods abhor the company of men; Hell is on earth; yea, hell itself is heaven Compar'd with earth. I call to witness heaven; Heaven, said I? No; hell[86] record I call, And thou, stern goddess of revenging wrongs, Witness with me, I die for his pure love. That lived mine. [_She lieth down, and covereth her face with her hair_. ACT V., SCENE 3. TANCRED _in haste cometh out of his palace with_ JULIO. TANCRED. Where is my daughter? JULIO. Behold, here, woful king! TANCRED. Ah me! break, heart; and thou, fly forth, my soul. What, doth my daughter Gismund take it so? What hast thou done? O, let me see thine eyes! O, let me dress up those untrimmed locks![87] Look up, sweet child, look up, mine only joy, 'Tis I, thy father, that beseecheth thee: Rear up thy body, strain thy dying voice To speak to him; sweet Gismund, speak to me. GISMUNDA. Who stays my soul? who thus disquiets me? TANCRED. 'Tis I, thy father; ah! behold my tears, Like pearled dew, that trickle down my cheeks, To wash my silver hairs. GISMUNDA. O father king, Forbear your tears, your plaint will not avail. TANCRED. O my sweet heart, hast thou receiv'd thy life From me, and wilt thou, to requite the same, Yield me my death? yea, death, and greater grief-- To see thee die for him, that did defame Thine honour thus, my kingdom, and thy name? GISMUNDA. Yea, therefore, father, gave you life to me, That I should die, and now my date is done. As for your kingdom and mine own renown, Which you affirm dishonoured to be, That fault impute it where it is; for he, That slew mine Earl, and sent his heart to me, His hands have brought this shame and grief on us. But, father, yet if any spark remain Of your dear love; if ever yet I could So much deserve, or at your hands desire, Grant that I may obtain this last request. TANCRED. Say, lovely child, say on, whate'er it be, Thy father grants it willingly to thee.