GISMUNDA. My life I crave not, for it is not now In you to give, nor in myself to save; Nor crave I mercy for mine Earl and me, Who hath been slain with too much cruelty. With patience I must a while abide Within this life, which now will not be long. But this is my request--father, I pray That, since it pleased so your majesty, I should enjoy my love alive no more, Yet ne'ertheless let us not parted be, Whom cruel death could never separate: But as we liv'd and died together here, So let our bodies be together tomb'd: Let him with me, and I with him, be laid Within one shrine, wherever you appoint. This if you grant me, as I trust you will, Although I live not to requite this grace, Th'immortal gods due recompense shall give To you for this: and so, vain world, farewell-- My speech is painful, and mine eyesight fails. TANCRED. My daughter dies--see how the bitter pangs Of tyrannous death torments her princely heart! She looks on me, at me she shakes her head; For me she groans; by me my daughter dies; I, I the author of this tragedy.-- On me, on me, ye heavens, throw down your ire! Now dies my daughter! [_she dies_] hence with princely robes! [_He throws aside his robes_. O fair in life! thrice fairer in thy death! Dear to thy father in thy life thou wert, But in thy death dearest unto his heart; I kiss thy paled cheeks, and close thine eyes. This duty once I promis'd to myself Thou shouldst perform to me; but ah! false hope, Now ruthful, wretched king, what resteth thee? Wilt thou now live wasted with misery? Wilt thou now live, that with these eyes didst see Thy daughter dead? wilt thou now live to see Her funerals, that of thy life was stay? Wilt thou now live that wast her life's decay? Shall not this hand reach to this heart the stroke? Mine arms are not so weak, nor are my limbs So feebled with mine age, nor is my heart So daunted with the dread of cowardice, But I can wreak due vengeance on that head, That wrought the means these lovers now be dead. Julio, come near, and lay thine own right hand Upon my thigh[88]--now take thine oath of me. JULIO. I swear to thee, my liege lord, to discharge Whatever thou enjoinest Julio. TANCRED. First, then, I charge thee that my daughter have Her last request: thou shalt within one tomb Inter her Earl and her, and thereupon Engrave some royal epitaph of love. That done, I swear thee thou shalt take my corpse Which thou shalt find by that time done to death, And lay my body by my daughter's side-- Swear this, swear this, I say. JULIO. I swear. But will the king do so unkingly now? TANCRED. A kingly deed the king resolves to do. JULIO. To kill himself? TANCRED. To send his soul to ease. JULIO. Doth Jove command it? TANCRED. Our stars compel it. JULIO. The wise man overrules his stars. TANCRED. So we. JULIO. Undaunted should the minds of kings endure.