Let him have
Sacrifice of sighs and groaning;
Let him have fair flowers enow,
White and purple, green and yellow,
For him that was of men most true.
Thou sable cloth, sad cover of my joys,
I lift thee up, and thus I meet with death.
Jasp. And thus you meet the living.
Luce. Save me, Heav'n!
Jasp. Nay, do not fly me, fair, I am no spirit;