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It shall go up, borne on the wings of peace, And satisfied. First will I sing thy dirge, Then kiss thy pale lips, and then die myself, And fill one coffin and one grave together. [ Sings . And, whiles I sing, Weep, and wring Every hand, and every head Bind with cypress and sad yew; Ribands black and candles blue For him that was of men most true! Come with heavy moaning, And on his grave Let him have Sacrifice of sighs and groaning; Let him have fair flowers enow, White and purple, green and yellow, For him that was of men most true! I lift thee up, and thus I meet with death. [ Removes the Cloth , Jasper rises out of the Coffin . Jasp . And thus you meet the living. Luce . Save me, Heaven! Jasp . Nay, do not fly me, fair; I am no spirit: Luce . Oh, thou dear shadow of my friend! Jasp . Dear substance; Luce . This death Ill give you for it; [ Kisses him . But my own truest, truest, truest friend: Why do you come thus to me? Jasp . First, to see you; Luce . It cannot be; Jasp . Nothing more possible. Within this coffin [ Luce lies down in the Coffin, and Jasper Re-enter Boy and Men. Boy . At hand, sir. Jasp . Convey away the coffin, and be wary. Boy . Tis done already. [ Exeunt Men with the Coffin . |
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