Come, all sad and solemn shows
That are quick-eyed Pleasure’s foes;
We convent naught else but woes.
We convent naught else but woes.
THIRD QUEEN.
This funeral path brings to your household’s grave.
Joy seize on you again; peace sleep with him.
SECOND QUEEN.
And this to yours.
FIRST QUEEN.
Yours this way. Heavens lend
A thousand differing ways to one sure end.
THIRD QUEEN.
This world’s a city full of straying streets,
And death’s the market-place where each one meets.
[Exeunt severally.]
ACT II
SCENE I. Athens. A garden, with a castle in the background
Enter Jailer and Wooer.
JAILER.
I may depart with little while I live; something I may cast to you, not much. Alas, the prison I keep, though it be for great ones, yet they seldom come; before one salmon, you shall take a number of minnows. I am given out to be better lined than it can appear to me report is a true speaker. I would I were really that I am delivered to be. Marry, what I have, be it what it will, I will assure upon my daughter at the day of my death.