And we will, then, consult what messengers
Shall to the princes bear these heavy tidings.
Vor. ’Tis well! I do commend your zealous care.
And now, good friends, one mournful charge remains,
To ’tend the burial of our murder’d King.
Oh! ’twas a nipping blast, which suddenly
Bereft us of our first, our sweetest plant;
Both king and father it hath stolen from us.
“But, wherefore do I strive to ope anew,
“Those gates which bar the course of liquid sorrow?