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    Nor end e ' en when its last husks strew the grave , Whence we together shall ascend to bliss . Cec . Continued from this world . Mar . Thy hand—both hands ; I kissjthem from my soul .

    Cec . Nay , sir—you burn me—Let loose my hands . Mar . I loose them—half my life has thus gone from me—That which is left can scarce sustain my heart , Now grown too full with the high tide of joy , Whose ebb , retiring , fills the caves of sorrow , Where Syrens sing beneath their dripping hair And raise the mirror'd fate .

    Cec . Then , gaze not in it , Lest thou should ' st see thy passing funeral . I would not—I might chance to see far worse . Mar . Thou art too beautiful ever to die ! I look upon thee , and can ne ' er believe it . Cec . O , sir—but passion , circumstance and fate

    Can do far worse than kill—they can dig graves , And make their future owners dance above them , Well knowing how ' twill end . Why look you sad ? 'Tis not your case : you are a man in love—At least you say so—and should therefore feel A constant sunshine , wheresoe ' er you tread , Nor think of what ' s beneath . But speak no more :

    I see a volume gathering in your eye Which you would fain have printed in my heart ; But you were better cast it in the fire .

    Enough you ' ve said , and I enough have listened . Ma& . I have said nought . Cec . You have spoken very plain—So , Master Marlowe , please you break we off ; And , since your mind is now relieved—good day ! Mar . Leave me not thus !—forgive me ! Cec . For what offence ? Mar . The expression of my love . Cec . Tut ! that ' s a trifle . Think ' st thou I ne ' er saw men in love before ?

    Unto the summer of beauty they are as common As grasshoppers . Mar . And to its winter , lady ? Cec . There is no winter in my thoughts—adieu ! [ Exit . Mar . She's gone !—How leafless is my life !—My strength Seems melted—my breast vacant—and in my brain I hear the sound of a retiring sea .

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    130 The Death of Marlowe .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 1, 1837, page 130, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1834/page/58/