Hen. I go the straighter
My journey to the gods: Sure I shall know ye
When ye come, Uncle.
Car. Yes, Boy.
Hen. And I hope
We shall enjoy together that great blessedness
You told me of.
Car. Most certain, child.
Hen. I grow cold,
Mine eyes are going.
Car. Lift 'em up.
Hen. Pray for me;
And noble Uncle, when my bones are ashes,
Think of your little Nephew. Mercy.
Car. Mercy.
You blessed Angels take him.
Hen. Kiss me: so.
Farewel, farewel. [Dies.
Car. Farewel the hopes of Britain,
Thou Royal graft, Farewel for ever. Time and Death,
Ye have done your worst. Fortune now see, now proudly
Pluck off thy vail, and view thy triumph: Look
Look what thou hast brought this Land to. Oh fair flower,
How lovely yet thy ruines show, how sweetly
Even death embraces thee! The peace of heaven,
The fellowship of all great souls be with thee.