Bayes. Egad, and I think—ha—why then, I'll make him hinder her from killing herself. Ay, it shall be so. Come, come, bring in the funeral.
Enter a Funeral, with the two Usurpers and Attendants.
Lay it down there; no, no, here, sir. So now speak.
K. Ush. Set down the funeral pile, and let our grief
Receive from its embraces some relief.
K. Phys. Was't not unjust to ravish hence her breath,
And in life's stead, to leave us nought but death?
The world discovers now its emptiness,
And by her loss demonstrates we have less.
Bayes. Is not this good language now? is not that elevate? 'tis my non ultra, egad; you must know they were both in love with her.