ANDRONICUS. There is a marble tomb near here in which the body shall be laid, and our steward Fortunatus shall guard her grave.
JOHN. It is right that she should be interred with honour. God rest her soul in peace.
Scene VI
CALLIMACHUS. Fortunatus, Fortunatus, what is to become of me? Death itself cannot quench my love for Drusiana!
FORTUNATUS. Poor wretch!
CALLIMACHUS. I shall die if you do not help me.
FORTUNATUS. How can I help you?
CALLIMACHUS. In this. You can let me look on her, dead.
FORTUNATUS. Up to now the body is sound and whole, I reckon because it was not wasted with disease. As you know she was taken in a moment by a fever.
CALLIMACHUS. Oh, how happy I should be if I might see for myself.