Lucifer (at her ear). Come forth, come forth, Justina, come; for scared
Winter is vanish’d, and victorious Spring
Has hung her garland on the boughs he bared:
Come forth; there is a time for everything.
Justina (in her sleep). That was my father’s voice—come, Livia—
My mantle—oh, not want it?—well then, come.
Luc. Ay, come abroad, Justina; it is Spring;
The world is not with sunshine and with leaf
Renew’d to be the tomb of ceaseless grief;
Come forth: there is a time for everything.