De L. A sad court indeed, my lord.
Pir. As sad a kingdom! Where the news is spread, men that hear it stand struck, as if their own passing-bells did call unto them.
De L. Kings' glasses are as brittle as their meanest subjects', their footings as slippery and uncertain. He was a brave prince, and his life will be memorable in Castile.
Pir. His death is much admired for the sudden strangeness of it. What opinion give the physicians on't?
De L. They've a hard name for't, if I could think on't.
Pir. Not suspicion of poison?
De L. How, my lord! by whom would you suspect it?
Pir. Nay, I dare suspect none, nor don't; but such quirks of state I have read of in the days of old.
De L. I never saw him discount a day with more content and freedom; his very thoughts were hearty.
Pir. 'Twas a fatal one, and will give a sad discourse to our posterity, and leave it on record in bleeding characters.