Epilogue

ALSEMERO. All we can do to comfort one another,

To stay a brother’s sorrow for a brother,

To dry a child from the kind father’s eyes,

Is to no purpose, it rather multiplies:

Your only smiles have power to cause relive

The dead again, or in their rooms to give

Brother a new brother, father a child;

If these appear, all griefs are reconcil’d.

Exeunt omnes.

Finis.