A braver world comes towards us.
[They bring the body in a chair, dressed up in
black velvet, which sets out the paleness of
the hands and face; and a fair chain of
pearl across the breast, and the crucifix
above it; he stands silent awhile, letting the
music play, beckoning the soldiers that
bring her in to make obeisance to her, and
he himself makes a low honour to the body,
and kisses the hand.
A Song.
O, what is beauty that's so much adored?
A flattering glass that cosens her beholders,
One night of death makes it look pale and horrid,
The dainty preservd flesh how soon it moulders,
To love it living it bewitcheth many,
But after life is seldom heard of any.
1st Sol. By this hand, mere idolatry; I make courtesy
To my damnation: I have learnt so much,
Though I could never know the meaning yet
Of all my Latin prayers, nor ne'er sought for't.
Tyr. How pleasing art thou to us even in death!
I love thee yet above all women living;
I can see nothing to be mended in thee,
But the too constant paleness of thy cheek.
I'd give the kingdom but to purchase there
The breadth of a red rose in natural colours,
And think it the best bargain that ever king made yet,
But fate's my hindrance;
And I must only rest content with art,
And that I'll have in spite on't. Is he come, sir?
2d Sol. Who, my lord?
Tyr. Dull! The fellow that we sent
For a picture-drawer;
A lady's forenoon tutor; is he come, sir?
1st Sol. Not yet return'd, my lord.