_Rasni._ My soul is buried in the hell of thoughts.-- Ah, Alvida, I look on thee with shame!-- My lords on sudden fix their eyes on ground, As if dismay'd to look upon the heavens.-- Hence, Magi, who have flattered me in sin! [_Exeunt_ Magi. Horror of mind, disturbance of my soul, Make me aghast for Nineveh's mishap. Lords, see proclaim'd, yea, see it straight proclaim'd, That man and beast, the woman and her child, For forty days in sack and ashes fast: Perhaps the Lord will yield, and pity us.-- Bear hence these wretched blandishments of sin, [_Taking off his crown and robe._ And bring me sackcloth to attire your king: Away with pomp! my soul is full of woe.-- In pity look on Nineveh, O God! [_Exeunt all except_ ALVIDA _and_ Ladies. _Alvi._ Assail'd with shame, with horror overborne, To sorrow sold, all guilty of our sin, Come, ladies, come, let us prepare to pray. Alas, how dare we look on heavenly light, That have despis'd the maker of the same? How may we hope for mercy from above, That still despise the warnings from above? Woe's me, my conscience is a heavy foe. O patron of the poor oppress'd with sin, Look, look on me, that now for pity crave! Assail'd with shame, with horror overborne, To sorrow sold, all guilty of our sin, Come, ladies, come, let us prepare to pray. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II.--_A Street near the Temple._ _Enter the_ Usurer, _with a halter in one hand, a dagger in the other._[121]