FORT. The body, I fancy, must be still quite fresh, for it was not wasted by lingering illness; but as you know it was nothing but a sharp touch of fever that carried her off.
CALL. How happy should I be, if I had never known it!
FORT. Well, if you will make it worth my while, I will give you the body to do as you like with.
CALL. Here, take all I have about me to go on with, and trust my word for it, you shall have far more later on.
FORT. Come quickly with me, then.
CALL. All right. I shall not be the one to hang back.
SEVENTH SCENE.
The marble tomb. The corpse of Drusiana wrapped in a winding-sheet. Fortunatus and Callimachus approach.
FORTUNATUS. There is the body. Why, it hardly looks like a corpse at all, and the limbs are not decaying! Well, now do what you like with her.
