Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
Only give order for my funeral:
[♦] And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes
And prosperous be thy life in peace and war! [Dies.
115 Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
And like a hermit overpass’d thy days.
Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
And what I do imagine let that rest.
120 Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself