you) be brought to your daughter, that she may truly know my hot flames are now buried, and withal receive a testimony of the zeal I bore her virtue. Farewell for ever, and be ever happy!

JASPER.

God’s hand is great in this: I do forgive him;
Yet I am glad he’s quiet, where I hope
He will not bite again.—Boy, bring the body,
And let him have his will, if that be all.

Boy . ’Tis here without, sir.

Vent . So, sir; if you please,
You may conduct it in; I do not fear it.

Hum . I’ll be your usher, boy; for, though I say it,
He owed me something once, and well did pay it.

[ Exeunt .

SCENE IV.— Another Room in the House of
Venturewell
.

Enter Luce.

Luce . If there be any punishment inflicted
Upon the miserable, more than yet I feel,
Let it together seize me, and at once
Press down my soul! I cannot bear the pain
Of these delaying tortures.—Thou that art
The end of all, and the sweet rest of all,
Come, come, oh, Death! bring me to thy peace,
And blot out all the memory I nourish
Both of my father and my cruel friend!—
Oh, wretched maid, still living to be wretched,
To be a say to Fortune in her changes,
And grow to number times and woes together!
How happy had I been, if, being born,
My grave had been my cradle!

Enter Servant.

Serv . By your leave,
Young mistress; here’s a boy hath brought a coffin.
What’a would say, I know not; but your father
Charged me to give you notice. Here they come.

[ Exit .

Enter Boy, and two Men bearing a Coffin .

Luce . For me I hope’tis come, and’tis most welcome.

Boy . Fair mistress, let me not add greater grief
To that great store you have already. Jasper (That whilst he lived was yours, now dead
And here enclosed) commanded me to bring
His body hither, and to crave a tear
From those fair eyes (though he deserved not pity),
To deck his funeral; for so he bid me
Tell her for whom he died.

Luce . He shall have many.—
Good friends, depart a little, whilst I take
My leave of this dead man, that once I loved.

[ Exeunt Boy and Men .

Hold yet a little, life! and then I give thee
To thy first heavenly being. Oh, my friend!
Hast thou deceived me thus, and got before me?
I shall not long be after. But, believe me,
Thou wert too cruel, Jasper, ’gainst thyself,
In punishing the fault I could have pardoned,
With so untimely death: thou didst not wrong me,
But ever wert most kind, most true, most loving;
And I the most unkind, most false, most cruel!
Didst thou but ask a tear? I’ll give thee all,
Even all my eyes can pour down, all my sighs,
And all myself, before thou goest from me:
These are but sparing rites; but if thy soul
Be yet about this place, and can behold
And see

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