Tyr. Helvetius!
Then my destruction was confirm'd amongst 'em;
Premeditation wrought it. O my torments!
All. Live Govianus long our virtuous king! [Flourish.
Tyr. That thunder strikes me dead.
Gov. I cannot better
Reward my joys than with astonish'd silence;
For all the wealth of words is not of power
To make up thanks for you, my honoured lords:
I'm like a man pluck'd up from many waters,
That never look'd for help, and am here placed
Upon this cheerful mountain, where prosperity
Shoots forth her richest beam.
Mem. Long-injured lord!
The tyranny of his actions grew so weighty,
His life so vicious—
Hel. To which this is witness,
Monster in sin!—this, the disquieted body
Of my too resolute child in honour's war.
Mem. That he became as hateful to our minds—
Hel. As death's unwelcome to a house of riches,
Or what can more express it.
Gov. Well, he's gone,
And all the kingdom's evils perish with him!
And since the body of that virtuous lady
Is taken from her rest, in memory
Of her admired mistress, 'tis our will
It receive honour dead, as it took part
With us in all afflictions when it lived;
Here place her in this throne, crown her our queen,[475]
The first and last that ever we make ours.
Her constancy strikes so much firmness in us.
That honour done, let her be solemnly borne
Unto the house of peace, from whence she came,
As queen of silence.
[The spirit here enters again, and slays to go out with the body, as it were attending it.