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And, to add greater honors to his age
Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Now in his ashes honor: Peace be with him!—
Sad and solemn music.
Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down quiet,
For fear we wake her-Softly, gentle Patience.
Kath. (Wakes.) Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye al gone?
And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
Grif. Madam, we are here.
It is not you I call for:
Saw ye none enter, since I slept?
Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces
Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun?
They promis'd me eternal happiness;
And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams Possess your fancy.
Bid the music leave,
Do you note,
They are harsh and heavy to me.
How much her grace is alter'd on a sudden,
Heaven comfort her!
Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness
Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon;
Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this fellow
[Exeunt GRIFFITH & Messenger.
Re-enter GRIFFITH, with CAPUCIUS.
You should be lord ambassador from the emperor,
Cap. Madam, the same, your servant.
O, my lord,
Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me
And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late;
'Tis like a pardon after execution:
That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me;
Madam, in good health.
Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name Banish'd the kingdom!-Patience, is that letter,
I caus'd you write, yet sent away
Pat. No, madam.
[Giving it to Katharine,
Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver
For virtue, and true beauty of the soul,
For honesty, and decent carriage,
A right good husband, let him be a noble;
And, sure, those men are happy that shall have them.
If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life,
These are the whole contents: And, good my lord,
As you wish Christian peace to souls departed,
By heaven, I will; Or let me lose the fashion of a man!
Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me In all humility unto his highness:
Say, his long trouble now is passing
Out of this world: tell him, in death I bless'd him,
[Exeunt, leading Katharine