Gov. I smile at thee.
Draw all the deaths that ever mankind suffer'd
Unto one head to help thine own invention,
And make my end as rare as this thy sin,
And full as fearful to the eyes of women,
My spirit shall fly singing to his lodging,
In midst of that rough weather. Doom me, tyrant!
Had I fear'd death, I'd never appear'd noble,
To seal this act upon me, which e'en honours me,
Unto my mistress' spirit: it loves me for't.
I told my heart 'twould prove destruction to't,
Who (hearing 'twas for her) charg'd me to do't.
Enter the Ghost, in the same form as the body in the chair.
Tyr. Thy glories shall be shorten'd, who's within there?
[He sees the Ghost.
I call'd not thee, thou enemy to firmness,
Mortality's earthquake!
Gov. Welcome to mine eyes,
As is the dayspring from the morning's womb
Unto that wretch, whose nights are tedious!
As liberty to captives, health to labourers,
And life still to old people never weary on't,
So welcome art thou to me! The deed's done,
Thou queen of spirits! he has his end upon him:
Thy body shall return to rise again,
For thy abuser falls, and has no power
To vex thee farther.
Ghost. My truest love!
Live ever-honoured here, and bless'd above,
Tyr. O, if there be a hell for flesh and spirit,
'Tis built within this bosom—
Enter Nobles.
My lords, treason!