And will conduct thee to it. Come, dear Nurse!
Greet thine old master in his time of sorrow,
And take of him good care.
NURSE.
He hath been ever kind and bountiful.
O woe the day! that I should have occasion
To do him such a service!
SEBASTIAN.
The day when first I saw thee to thy breast
Lay this dear child, a little toothless infant,
Whilst o'er ye both bent with fond beaming eyes
The best and fairest lady of the land,
For so she was,—that was indeed a day—
A day of brightness. Ah! how different
From this most dismal hour!
NURSE.
This wicked world did not deserve to hold her,
And so her time was short. And for her babe—
My babe;—I call'd her mine, and still will call her,—
A very cherub, peeping from the clouds,
As our fair pictures show them, is less beautiful
Than she half-covered with her cradle-clothes,
