Had he perished there, fighting to the last, he would have been freed from forty years of weary exile and an obscure death.

I dye: Come, let me kisse thy little tender lips, Cold death hath tane possession of thy mother; Let me imbrace thee in my dying armes, And pray the Lord protect thee from al harmes.

Farewell, farewell, now let me breath my last, Into his dearest mouth, that wanteth breath, And as we lov'd in life imbrace in death.

Come pretty coozen, cozened by grim death Of thy most carefull parents all too soone; Weepe not, sweete boye, thou shalt have cause to say, Thy Aunt was kinde, though parents lye in claye.

How can his life produce such detriment, As Basiliskes, whose only sight is death? Fall.

let your grace and feare alone, And leave me quickly to my private thoughts, Or with my sword ile open wide a gate, For wrath and bloudie death to enter in.

But should he tell, I can but die a death; Should he conceale, the boy would utter it; The boy must die, there is no remedie.

See how the hammer sticketh in his head, Wherewith this honest youth is done to death!

I neede not feare, death cannot offer wrong; The majestie of thy presaging face, Would vanquish him, though nere so terrible.

My woes are done, I having leave to die And after death live ever joyfullie.

God love my soule, as I in heart rejoyce To have such power in my death-bringing voice, See how in steade of teares and hartie sighes; Of foulded armes and sorrow-speaking lookes, I doe behold with cheerefull countenance The livelesse roote of my nativitie, And thanke her hasty soule that thence did goe To keep her from her sonne and husbandes woe.

Well I will prosecute my pollicy, That wished death may end my miseries.

My thoughts, like hounds which late did flatter me With hope of great succeeding benefits, Now gin to teare my care-tormented heart With feare of death and tortring punishment.

But wretched Rachels sexe denies that grace, And therefore dooth receive a doome of death To dye with him whose sinnes she did conceale.

But he my Lord that wrought this miracle, Is not of power to free himselfe from death, Through the performance of this suddaine change.

Most righteous Judge, I do appeale for Iustice, Justice on him that hath deserved death, Not on Alenso; he is innocent.

But I am guiltie of abetting him, Contrarie to his Maiestie's Edict, And therefore death is meritorious.

Should you reverse this sentence of my death, My selfe would play the death-man on my selfe And overtake your swift and winged soule, Ere churlish Caron had transported you Unto the fields of sad Proserpina.

My reverend father pacifie yourselfe; I can, and will, indure the stroake of death, Were his appearance nere so horrible, To meete Pertillo in another world.

Now, sister Rachell, is the houre come Wherein we both must satisfie the law For Beeches death and harmelesse Winchester.

Ah, Harry Williams, thou wert chiefest cause, That I doe drinke of this most bitter cup, For hadst thou opened Beeches death at first, The boy had liv'd and thou hadst sav'd my life.

And though my dinner be of bitter death, I hope my soule shall sup with Jesus Christ, And see his presence everlastingly.

There was no room for mercy, howeverlife and death were in the balanceso he plied the lash vigorously, and the noble steed warmed into something like a run, when again it stumbled, and fell with a crash on the ground, while the blood burst from its mouth and nostrils.

In the struggle with the fallen horse and Indian, which Dick had seen begun but not concluded, he was almost crushed to death; and the instant the Indian gained his feet, he sent an arrow at his head with savage violence.

No, I'll not let my little Jean be sucked to death by such vampires.