And grow to number times and woes together.
How happy had I been, if being born
My grave had been my cradle?
Enter Servant.
Serv. By your leave,
Young mistress, here's a boy hath brought a coffin,
What a would say I know not; but your father
Charg'd me to give you notice. Here they come.
Enter two bearing a coffin, Jasper in it.
Luce. For me I hope 'tis come, and 'tis most welcome.