Alex. To him that is most worthy. Per. When will you, sacred sir, that we should give To your great memory those divine honours Which such exalted virtue does deserve? Alex. When you are all most happy and in peace. Accept this soul which thou did'st first inspire, Lysimachus stands forth to lead you on, And swears, by these most honour'd dear remains, He will not taste those joys which beauty brings Until he has reveng'd the best of kings. [Exeunt. 1 EPILOGUE. WHATE'ER they mean, yet ought they to be curst For we have vow'd to find a sort of toys Known to black friars, a tribe of chopping boys; The woman in boy's clothes all boy shall be, |