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Can the day see such mischief, and be seen? And not make haste to shroud his guilty head Under the gloomy Canopy of night? Alas your son. He's murdered sacrilegiously, Even in the Temple-porch, he was disguised, And thought of all to-have been Imperial. The desperate actor was Clad in a country habit, and it seems, Mistook the person; when he saw his face, He tore his viperous hair; the Judge was present, Who gave command to bring him instantly, To receive speedy judgement, But neither of us both Can say we saw him dead. Let not your troubled thoughts make you doubt us, Who for his life would sacrifice our own. Please you retire, I'll bring him presently. We see there is small hope that gentle sleep Can find admittance to his troubled thoughts, While rage distracts them; he's no sooner laid To rest upon his couch, but up he starts. What will become of us if he miscarry? We are his kinsmen, and have no subsistence But by his only bounty; I received A deadly wound in the deplored death Of his deer son, who oft was pleased to bid me Throw all my care on him, and now I find My hopeful venture sunk in that brave ship. I have observed a wondrous league of late Between him and his Cozen slave; how ere Their Lords are far asunder, they are near. There might perchance be some discovery made If they were both examined apart, And made believe each other had confessed.