Mir. Would I had sav'd her life now too: oh heaven
For such a blessing, such a timely blessing
O friend, what dear content 'twould be, what story
To keep my name from worms!
Ori. Oh, oh.
Nor. She lives again.
'Twas but a trance.
Mir. Pray ye call my man in presently
Help with the stone first, oh she stirs again.
Oh call my man away.
Nor. I fly, I fly Sir.
Mir. Upon my knees O heaven, O heaven I thank thee.
Enter Colonna, and Norand.
The living heat steals into every member;
Come help the Coffin out softly, and sodainly;
Where is the Clerk?
Col. Drunk above he is sure Sir.
Mir. Sirrah, you must be secret.