But all in vain are these mean obsequies;
[♦] And to survey his dead and earthy image,
[♦] What were it but to make my sorrow greater?
Re-enter WARWICK and others, bearing GLOUCESTER’S body on a bed.
War. Come hither, gracious sovereign, view this body.
150 King. That is to see how deep my grave is made;
For with his soul fled all my worldly solace,
[♦] For seeing him I see my life in death.
War. As surely as my soul intends to live
With that dread King that took our state upon him