“How fares my Juliet? that I ask again;
For nothing can be ill, if she be well;”
with the force of entire faith the answer is conceived which Balthasar returns,—
“Then she is well, and nothing can be ill:
Her body sleeps in Capel’s monument,
And her immortal part with angels lives.”
We thus know in what sense to understand the words from Macbeth (act iii. sc. 2, l. 22, vol. vii. p. 467),—
“Duncan is in his grave;
After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well;
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,