Alt. You mean that she shall die then? Sci. Ask me not what, nor how, I have resolv'd, For all within is anarchy and uproar. Oh, Altamont! What a vast scheme of joy Had spent the evening of my age at home, There, like an old man, talk'd a while, and then Serv. Arm yourself, my lord: Rossano, who but now escap'd the garden, Sci. By Heav'n, their fury rises to my wish, [Exit. [Exeunt. ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I. A Room hung with Black; on one Side, LOTHARIO'S Body on a Bier; on the other, a Table, with a Skull and other Bones, a Book and a Lamp on it. CALISTA is discovered in Black; her Hair hanging loose, and disordered. After soft Music, she rises and comes forward. Cal. 'Tis well! these solemn sounds, this pomp of horror, Are fit to feed the phrenzy in my soul. Here's room for meditation, ev'n to madness; Till the mind burst with thinking. This dull flame [Throwing away the Book I have more real anguish in my heart, Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario, |