_Enter_ GOVIANUS _in black, a book in his hand, his_ PAGE _carrying a torch before him_. GOV. Already mine eye melts; the monument No sooner stood before it, but a tear Ran swiftly from me to express her duty. Temple of honour! I salute thee early, The time that my griefs rise; chamber of peace! Where wounded virtue sleeps, lock'd from the world, I bring, to be acquainted with thy silence, Sorrows that love no noise; they dwell all inward, Where truth and love in every man should dwell. Be ready, boy! give me the strain again, 'Twill show well here whilst, in my grief's devotion, At every rest mine eye lets fall a bead, To keep the number perfect. [GOVIANUS _kneels at the tomb. His_ PAGE _sings_. _The Song._ _If ever pity were well-plac'd_ _On true desert and virtuous honour,_ _It could ne'er be better grac'd;_ _Freely then bestow't upon her._ _Never lady earn'd her fame_ _In virtue's war with greater strife;_ _To preserve her constant name_ _She gave up beauty, youth, and life._ _There she sleeps;_ _And here he weeps,_ _The lord unto so rare a wife._ _Weep, weep, and mourn! lament,_ _You virgins that pass by her!_ _For if praise come by death again,_ _I doubt few will lie nigh her._ GOV. Thou art an honest boy, 'tis like one That has a feeling of his master's passions And the unmatch'd worth of his dead mistress. Thy better years shall find me good to thee, When understanding ripens in thy soul, Which truly makes the man, and not long time. Prythee, withdraw a little, and attend me At the cloister door. PAGE. It shall be done, my lord. [PAGE _retires_. GOV. Eternal maid of honour, whose chaste body Lies here, like virtue's close and hidden seed, To spring forth glorious to eternity At the everlasting harvest! A VOICE WITHIN. I am not here. GOV. What's that? who is not here? I'm forc'd to question it, Some idle sounds the beaten vaults send forth. [_On a sudden, in a kind of noise like a wind, the_ _doors clattering, the tombstone flies open,_ _and a great light appears in the midst of_ _the tomb; his lady as[471] went out, standing_ _before him all in white, stuck with jewels,_ _and a great crucifix on her breast._[472]