_D'Am._ And with his body place that memory Of noble Charlemont, his worthy son; And give their graves the rites that do belong To soldiers. They were soldiers both. The father Held open war with sin, the son with blood: This in a war more gallant, that more good. [_The first volley._ _D'Am._ There place their arms, and here their epitaphs And may these lines survive the last of graves. [_Reads._ "_The Epitaph of_ MONTFERRERS. "Here lie the ashes of that earth and fire, Whose heat and fruit did feed and warm the poor! And they (as if they would in sighs expire, And into tears dissolve) his death deplore. He did that good freely for goodness' sake Unforced, for generousness he held so dear That he feared but Him that did him make And yet he served Him more for love than fear. So's life provided that though he did die A sudden death, yet died not suddenly. "_The Epitaph of_ CHARLEMONT. "His body lies interred within this mould, Who died a young man yet departed old, And in all strength of youth that man can have Was ready still to drop into his grave. For aged in virtue, with a youthful eye He welcomed it, being still prepared to die, And living so, though young deprived of breath He did not suffer an untimely death, But we may say of his brave blessed decease He died in war, and yet he died in peace." [_The second volley._ _D'Am._ O might that fire revive the ashes of This Phœnix! yet the wonder would not be So great as he was good, and wondered at For that. His life's example was so true A practique of religion's theory That her divinity seemed rather the Description than the instruction of his life. And of his goodness was his virtuous son A worthy imitator. So that on These two Herculean pillars where their arms Are placed there may be writ _Non ultra_.[156] For Beyond their lives, as well for youth as age, Nor young nor old, in merit or in name, Shall e'er exceed their virtues or their fame. [_The third volley._ 'Tis done. Thus fair accompliments make foul Deeds gracious. Charlemont, come now when thou wilt, I've buried under these two marble stones Thy living hopes, and thy dead father's bones. [_Exeunt._ _Enter_ CASTABELLA _mourning, to the monument of_ CHARLEMONT. _Cast._ O thou that knowest me justly Charlemont's, Though in the forced possession of another, Since from thine own free spirit we receive it That our affections cannot be compelled Though our actions may, be not displeased if on The altar of his tomb I sacrifice My tears. They are the jewels of my love Dissolved into grief, and fall upon His blasted Spring, as April dew upon A sweet young blossom shaked before the time. _Enter_ CHARLEMONT _with a_ Servant.