Gab. Howe nowe, my Lorde? awaks the emperour?
[Char. stirrs.
Turp. I sawe him move even now: agayne he styrrs. Good sweete, excuse me: when a dothe awake I will retourne imedyatlye. [Exit Turp.
Gab. I will.
Char. Hey ho!
Who waytts without? dothe nobodye attend?
… … pleasure … … … … …
Ha!
Woman's attendaunce? in the name of chaunge
When did Charles use such frayltie? Men at armes
Did ever guarde me: am I now forsooke?
Enter Richard, La Busse and attendants.
O you are wellcome. Ha! what creature's thys?
Deathe coopeld to my bossome, to my chayre?
What traytor shewd thys embleme? Why my age
Did neare forgett mortallytie, nor hathe
The wantonst thought in prynces made me looke
Beyond the hower of deathe. Let me viewe her.
Rich.—Here's a chaunge; he wilbe Charles agayne.
Bus.—Why, thys maks althyngs more myraculous.
Char. Tys the dead Empresse! In the name of healthe Who plact her bodye here?