When she recognized her veil 155 and saw the empty scabbard, she exclaimed, ‘Your hand and love destroyed you, hapless boy. I have a brave hand too, for this one deed, and love, which will put force into my wounds. I’ll follow you in death! I will be called 160 your death’s most wretched cause and its companion. Only by death could you be torn from me, but death won’t tear you from me. Both of us implore our grieving fathers, mine and his: Do not refuse to let us share a tomb, 165 joined as we are by our unwavering love and by our final moments. Tree, your boughs now shroud one piteous corpse.
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