_Priuli._ [Bending over her ] Oh! lead me to some place "that's fit for mourning; "Where the free air, light, and the cheerful sun, "May never enter; hang it round with black, "Set up one taper that may last a day, "As long as I've to live; and there all leave me: "Sparing no tears when you this tale relate, "But bid all cruel fathers dread my fate." _[Exeunt omnes._