Duke. See all their bodies buried decently,
Though some deserv'd it not. How do you, Lady?
Hell. Even with your Graces leave, ripe for a Monasterie;
There will I wed my life to tears and prayers,
And never know what man is more.
Duke. Your pleasure;
How does the maid within?
Lord. She is gone before, Sir,
The same course that my Lady takes.
Gent. And my course shall be my Beads at home; so
Please your Grace to give me leave to leave the Court.
Duke. In peace, Sir,
And take my love along.
Gent. I shall pray for ye.
Duke. Now to our selves retire we, and begin
By this example to correct each sin. [Exeunt.
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King. Em. By this we plainly view the two imposthumes
That choke a kingdoms welfare; Ease, and Wantonness;
In both of which Lavall was capital:
For first, Ease stole away his minde from honor,
That active noble thoughts had kept still working,
And then deliver'd him to drink and women,
Lust and outragious riot; and what their ends are,
How infamous and foul, we see example.
Therefore, that great man that will keep his name,
And gain his merit out of Virtues schools,
Must make the pleasures of the world his fools. [Flourish.