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Behold! / / What blessings ancient prophesie foretold, / / Bestow'd on her in death. She past away / / So sweetly from the world, as if her clay / / Laid onely downe to slumber. Then forbeare / / To let on her blest ashes fall a teare. / / But, if th'art too much woman, softly weepe / / Lest grief disturbe the silence of her sleepe. / / HABINGTON.
Barbara, the young, the beautiful, the innocent Barbara, fell, as the / bullet struck her, upon the arm of the imbecile Sir Robert Cecil. It is / impossible adequately to describe the scene that followed. Constantia / caught the maiden from her father, who shrank at the sight of blood, and / drew himself gradually away, like a terrified child from a frightful / object, while his daughter, kneeling, supported the stricken girl upon / her bosom. After the deed was done, the Jewess stood for a moment with / an air of exultation upon the ledge of the oriel window, and then / disappeared; but Sir Willmott, who saw that the time was come when, if / ever, his prey was to be secured, rushed to the open door, with a view / to seize her as she descended, and at once rid himself of all danger by / her destruction.