Aub. Now to mine own right, Gentlemen.
1 Lord. You have the next indeed, we all confess it,
And here stand ready to invest you with it.
2 Lord. Which to make stronger to you, and the surer
Than bloud or mischiefs dare infringe again,
Behold this Lady, Sir, this noble Lady,
Full of the bloud as you are, of that nearness,
How blessed would it be?
Aub. I apprehend you, and so the fair Matilda dare accept
Me her ever constant servant.
Mat. In all pureness,
In all humility of heart and services,
To the most noble Aubrey, I submit me.
Aub. Then this is our first tye, now to our business.
1 Lord. We are ready all to put the honour on you, Sir.
Aub. These sad rites must be done first, take up the bodys,
This, as he was a Prince, so Princely funeral
Shall wait upon him: on this honest Captain,
The decency of arms; a tear for him too.
So, sadly on, and as we view his blood,
May his Example in our Rule raise good.