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His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
Yes, good Griffith; I were malicious else. Grif.
Kath. After my death I wish no other herald,
Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him!-
Sad and solemn musich. Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down
quiet, For fear we wake her;—Softly, gentle Patience. The Vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after
another, six Personages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays; or palm, 'in their hands. They first congee unto her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her head; at which, the other four make reverend court'sies; then the two, that held the garland, deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head: which done, they deliver the same garland to the last two, who likewise observe the same order: at which, (as it were by inspiration,) she makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven: and so in their dancing they vanish, carrying the garland with them. The musick continues. Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all
gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? .
Grif. Madam, we are here. - Kath.
It is not you I call for: Saw ye none enter, since I slept?
Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
Bid the musick leave, They are harsh and heavy to me. [Musick ceases.
Do you note, How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? How long her face is drawn? How pale she looks, And of an earthly cold? Mark you her eyes?
Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray.
Heaven comfort her!
Enter a Messenger. Mess. An't like your grace,• Kath.
You are a saucy fellow: Deserve we no more reverence? Grif.
You are to blame, Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness, To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel.
Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon; My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you. Kath. Adınit him entrance, Griffith: But this
fellow Let me ne'er see again.
[Exeunt Griffith and Messenger.