Oct. Custom! Is this a custom? Then I think
I wrong my sorrow in such common shows.
Att. Nay, it doth ease affliction to be busy;
And grief, that cannot reckon with a mystery,
Is comforted by trifles.
Oct.Why, thou’rt wrong;
It brings no comfort.
Att.And ’tis kindly done
To hide the fresh-cut stone. Death is hard featured
In a new-built tomb.