“Gripe not at earthly joys as erst they did; So I bequeath a happy peace to you And all good men, as every prince should do; My riches to the earth from whence they came; But my unspotted fire of love to you. [To the daughter of Antiochus.] Thus ready for the way of life or death, I wait the sharpest blow, Antiochus.
ANTIOCHUS. Scorning advice, read the conclusion, then: Which read and not expounded, 'tis decreed, As these before thee thou thyself shalt bleed. DAUGHTER. Of all say'd yet, mayst thou prove prosperous!”