ANDRONICUS. Oh, horrible! O Lord, that life should suddenly become so hateful!
JOHN. What troubles you?
ANDRONICUS. Drusiana, your disciple, Drusiana—
JOHN. She has passed from the sight of men?
ANDRONICUS. Yes. And I am desolate.
JOHN. It is not right to mourn so bitterly for those whose souls we know rejoice in peace.
ANDRONICUS. God knows I do not doubt that her soul is in eternal joy, and that her incorrupt body will rise again. What grieves me so sorely is that in my presence just now she prayed for death. She begged she might die.
JOHN. You know her reason?
ANDRONICUS. I know it, and will tell you when I am less sick with grief.
JOHN. Come. We must celebrate the funeral rites with proper ceremony.