I would have you curse yourself now, that your bounty (Which makes men truly noble) e'er should make me A villain.
Hath sentinel of old Cromwell E'er watch'd thine ancient hall?
Hath sentinel of old Cromwell E'er watch 'd thine ancient hall?
But come whatever may, come weal or woe I love thee, bless thee where so e'er thou go!
At the words "Et expecto resurrectionem mortuorum" the music plunges suddenly into a slow series of some of the most sublime and mysterious modulations ever written, until it breaks out as suddenly into a vivace e allegro of broad but terse design, which comes to its climax very rapidly and ends as abruptly as possible, the last chord being carefully written as a short note without a pause.