So shall their work be perfect. Yea, I know Our fate is fallen upon us, and its woe. Yet have we lacked not gladness—and this end Is not so hard. We have had sweet life to friend, And find not death our enemy. All men born Die, and but few find evening one with morn As I do, seeing the sun of all my life Lighten my death in sight of child and wife. I would not live again to lose that kiss, And die some death not half so sweet as this. [_Dies_. ESTRILD. Thou thought’st to cleave in twain my life and To cast my hand away in death, Locrine? See now if death have drawn thee far from me! [_Stabs herself_. SABRINA. Thou diest, and hast not slain me, mother? ESTRILD. Thee? Forgive me, child! and so may they forgive. [_Dies_. SABRINA. O mother, canst thou die and bid me live? _Enter_ GUENDOLEN, MADAN, _and Soldiers_. GUENDOLEN. Dead? Ah! my traitor with his harlot fled Hellward? MADAN. Their child is left thee. GUENDOLEN. She! not dead? SABRINA. Thou hast slain my mother and sire—thou hast slain thy lord— Strike now, and slay me. GUENDOLEN. Smite her with thy sword. MADAN. I know not if I dare. I dare not. GUENDOLEN. Shame Consume thee!—Thou—what call they, girl, thy name? Daughter of Estrild,—daughter of Locrine,— Daughter of death and darkness! SABRINA. Yet not thine. Darkness and death are come on us, and thou, Whose servants are they: heaven behind thee now Stands, and withholds the thunder: yet on me He gives thee not, who helps and comforts thee, Power for one hour of darkness. Ere thine hand Can put forth power to slay me where I stand Safe shall I sleep as these that here lie slain. GUENDOLEN. She dares not—though the heart in her be fain, The flesh draws back for fear. She dares not. SABRINA. See! I change no more of warring words with thee O father, O my mother, here am I: They hurt me not who can but bid me die. [_She leaps into the river_. GUENDOLEN. Save her! God pardon me! MADAN.