His sepulchre with olive, myrrh, and bays,
The plants of peace, of sorrow, victory:
Your tears would spring but weeds.
1 Cred. Would they so?
We'll keep them to stop bottles then.
Rom. No: keep them for your own low sins, you rogues,
Till you repent: you'll die else and be damn'd.
2 Cred. Damn'd!--ha! ha! ha!
Rom. Laugh ye?
2 Cred. Yes, faith, Sir: we would be very glad