Of bitter Death shall taste:
For, as the Grass by Travellers
Is trodden on the Ground,
So Death shall tread you under Foot,
And all your Joys confound.
The QUEEN.
Rise up, ye Women that are at Ease; hear my Voice, ye careless Daughters; give Ear unto my Speech. Many Days and Years shall ye be troubled.
Isaiah xxxii. 9 & 10.
