Mary.
It is hard
To give denial to a dying wish;
But, Edward, I've no right to speak his name.
He was a Christian man, and you may give
Of the full largess of your gratitude
All, without robbing God, you have to give,
And fail, e'en then, of worthy recompense.
Edward.
Your will is mine.
Grace.
Nay, Mary, tell it him!
Where is he going he should bruit the name?
Remember where he lies, and that no ears
Save those of angels—
Mary.
There are others here
Who may not hear it.
Ruth.
We will all retire.
It is not proper we should linger here,
Barring the sacred confidence of hearts
Parting so sadly.