Must you, my friends, no longer stay?
Thus quickly all my pleasures end;
But I’ll remember when I pray,
My kind physician and his friend;
And those sad hours, you deign to spend
With me, I shall requite them all;
Sir Eustace for his friends shall send,
And thank their love at Greyling Hall.
VISITOR.
The poor Sir Eustace! - Yet his hope