Death to the world and to her slippery joys:
A full divorce from all this courtly pomp,
Where daily penance, done for each offence,
May render due revenge for every wrong.
Which to accomplish, pray my dearest friends,
That they forthwith, attir’d in saddest guise,
Conduct me to the cloister next hereby,
There to profess, and to renounce the world.
Angharat. Alas! what change were that! from kingly roofs
To cloistered cells—to live and die at once!