Fore-written sorrow, and in this new dawn
Bury that long sad night.

SEG.
Not ev'n the Dead,
Call'd to the resurrection of the blest,
Shall so directly drop all memory
Of woes and wrongs foregone!

CLO.
But not resent--
Purged by the trial of that sorrow past
For full fruition of their present bliss.

SEG.
But leaving with the Judge what, till this earth
Be cancell'd in the burning heavens, He leaves
His earthly delegates to execute,
Of retribution in reward to them
And woe to those who wrong'd them--Not as you,
Not you, Clotaldo, knowing not--And yet
Ev'n to the guiltiest wretch in all the realm,
Of any treason guilty short of that,
Stern usage--but assuredly not knowing,
Not knowing 'twas your sovereign lord, Clotaldo,
You used so sternly.

CLO.
Ay, sir; with the same
Devotion and fidelity that now