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Ober. How should these crafts withdraw thee from the world?
But look, my Bohan, pomp allureth.
Enter Cyrus, Kings humbling themselves; himself crowned by Olive Pat259: at last dying, laid in a marble tomb with this inscription:
“Whoso thou be that passest [by],—
For I know one shall pass,—know I
Am Cyrus of Persia, and I pray
Leave me not thus like a clod of clay
Wherewith my body is coverèd.” [All exeunt.
Enter the King in great pomp, who reads it, and issueth, crying, “Ver meum.”
Boh. What meaneth this?
Ober. Cyrus of Persia,
Mighty in life, within a marble grave
Was laid to rot; whom Alexander once
Beheld entomb’d, and weeping did confess,
Nothing in life could ‘scape from wretchedness:
Why, then, boast men?
Boh. What reck I, then, of life,
Who make the grave my home, the earth my wife?
But mark me more.