ANS. Now it is night, and the bright lamps of heaven Are half-burn'd out: now bright Adelbora Welcomes the cheerful day-star to the east, And harmless stillness hath possess'd the world: This is the church,--this hollow is the vault, Where the dead body of my saint remains, And this the coffin that enshrines her body, For her bright soul is now in paradise. My coming is with no intent of sin, Or to defile the body of the dead; But rather take my last farewell of her, Or languishing and dying by her side, My airy soul post after hers to heaven. [_Comes to_ MRS ARTHUR'S _tomb_. First, with this latest kiss I seal my love: Her lips are warm, and I am much deceiv'd, If that she stir not. O, this Golgotha, This place of dead men's bones is terrible, Presenting fearful apparitions! It is some spirit that in the coffin lies, And makes my hair start up on end with fear! Come to thyself, faint heart--she sits upright! O, I would hide me, but I know not where. Tush, if it be a spirit, 'tis a good spirit; For with her body living ill she knew not; And with her body dead ill cannot meddle. MRS ART. Who am I? Or where am I? ANS. O, she speaks, And by her language now I know she lives. MRS ART. O, who can tell me where I am become? For in this darkness I have lost myself; I am not dead, for I have sense and life: How come I then in this coffin buried? ANS. Anselm, be bold; she lives, and destiny Hath train'd thee hither to redeem her life. MRS ART. Lives any 'mongst these dead? none but myself? ANS. O yes, a man, whose heart till now was dead, Lives and survives at your return to life: Nay, start not; I am Anselm, one who long Hath doted on your fair perfection, And, loving you more than became me well, Was hither sent by some strange providence, To bring you from these hollow vaults below, To be a liver in the world again. MRS ART. I understand you, and I thank the heavens, That sent you to revive me from this fear, And I embrace my safety with good-will. _Enter_ AMINADAB _with two or three_ BOYS. AMIN. _Mane citus lectum fuge, mollem discute somnum, Templa petas supplex, et venerate deum_. Shake off thy sleep, get up betimes, Go to the church and pray, And, never fear, God will thee hear, And keep thee all the day. Good counsel, boys; observe it, mark it well; This early rising, this _diluculo_ Is good both for your bodies and your minds: 'Tis not yet day; give me my tinder-box; Meantime, unloose your satchels and your books: Draw, draw, and take you to your lessons, boys. 1ST BOY. O Lord, master, what's that in the white sheet? AMIN. In the white sheet, my boy? _Dic ubi_, where? 1ST BOY. _Vide_, master, _vide illic_, there. AMIN. O, _Domine, Domine_, keep us from evil, A charm from flesh, the world, and the devil! [_Exeunt_.