Iag. See where he comes,
Lords, let vs all attend, |Enter King in black, reading.|
Vntill his grace be pleas’d to speake to vs.
Dead March.
Attic. Death is the ease of paine, and end of sorrow,
How can that be? Death gaue my sorrowes life,
For by his death my paine and griefe begun,
And in beginning, neuer will haue end: for though I die,
My losse will liue in future memorie,
I and (perhaps) will be lamented too,