Be hence delivered from me? By this wound 'Tis Pallas, Pallas, victimiseth thee,

Gustavus Vasa differently:

"Thro' my ranks,

My circling troops, the fell Gustavus rush'd: 'Vengeance!' he cried; and with one eager hand Griped fast my diadem; his other arm High rear'd the deathful steel,-suspended yet : For in his eye, and thro' his varying face, Conflicting passions fought. He look'd,-he stood In wrath reluctant;-then, with gentler voice, 'Christina, thou hast conquered! Go,' he cried, 'I yield thee to her virtues.""

Brooke, Gustavus Vasa, v. 4. What numbers might have said to Æneas: "Thy narrow soul Knows not the godlike glory of forgiving: Nor can thy cold, thy ruthless heart conceive How large the power, how fix'd the empire is, Which benefits confer on generous minds.

And taketh vengeance on thy cursed blood.” This saying, he within his hostile breast The falchion hotly buries: but his limbs Are with death-chill relaxed, and with a groan

The life disdainful flies beneath the shades.

Goodness prevails upon the stubborn foes,
And conquers more than ever Cæsar's sword did."
Rowe, Lady Jane Gray, act v.

And Æneas himself might have considered—
"That his virtues

Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against
The deep damnation of his taking-off;
And Pity, like a naked new-born babe,
Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd
Upon the sightless couriers of the air,
Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye,
That tears shall drown the wind."

Shakespeare, Macbeth, i. 7.