Act I - Act I, Scene 5
Scaena 5. (Another part of the same.)
[Enter the Queenes with the Hearses of their Knightes, in a
Funerall Solempnity, &c.]
Vrnes and odours bring away,
Vapours, sighes, darken the day;
Our dole more deadly lookes than dying;
Balmes, and Gummes, and heavy cheeres,
Sacred vials fill'd with teares,
And clamors through the wild ayre flying.
Come all sad and solempne Showes,
That are quick-eyd pleasures foes;
We convent nought else but woes.
We convent, &c.
This funeral path brings to your housholds grave:
Ioy ceaze on you againe: peace sleepe with him.
And this to yours.
Yours this way: Heavens lend
A thousand differing waies to one sure end.
This world's a Citty full of straying Streetes,
And Death's the market place, where each one meetes. [Exeunt