For her vntimely losse.
Lis. As much as I? Oh, ’tis not possible.
You temporize with sorrow: mine’s sincere,
Which I will manifest to all the World.
See what a beauteous forme she yet retaynes,
In the despight of Fate, that men may see,
Death could not seize but on her mortall parts:
Her beautie was diuine and heauenly.
1. Gua. Nay, good my Lord, dispatch, the time’s but short.
Lis. Indeed, I will, to make an end of time: