heavy after death, as your private retir'd ones: look if he
be not reduc'd to the state of a courtier of the second form5
now, and cannot stand upon his own legs, nor do anything
without help! Hum! and what's become of the great
prince in prison, as they call it now, the toy within us
that makes us talk and laugh and fight. Ay, why, there's
it. Well, let him be what he will, and where he will, I'll10
make bold with the old tenement here. Come, sir, come
along.[Exit
Enter Ziriff
Zir. All's fast too here—
They sleep to-night i' their winding-sheets, I think;
There's such a general quiet. O, here's light,15
I warrant;
For lust does take as little rest as care
Or age—courting her glass, I swear. Fie! that's
A flatterer, madam!
In me you shall see trulier what you are.[Knocks20
Enter the Queen
Orb. What make you up at this strange hour, my lord?
Zir. My business is my boldness' warrant, madam.
And I could well afford t' have been without
It now, had heav'n so pleas'd.
Orb. 'Tis a sad prologue.
What follows, in the name of virtue?25
Zir. The king.
Orb. Ay, what of him? is well, is he not?
Zir. Yes.
If to be free from the great load we sweat
And labour under here on earth, be to
Be well, he is.
Orb. Why, he's not dead, is he?30
Zir. Yes, madam, slain; and the prince too.
Orb. How? where?
Zir. I know not; but dead they are.
Orb. Dead?
Zir. Yes, madam.
Orb. Didst see them dead?
Zir. As I see you alive.
Orb. Dead!
Zir. Yes, dead.35
Orb. Well, we must all die;
