GOV. [_Aside._] A religious trembling shakes me by the hand, And bids me put by such unhallow'd business, But revenge calls for't, and it must go forward, 'Tis time the spirit of my love took rest; Poor soul! 'tis weary, much abus'd and toil'd. [GOVIANUS _paints the face of the body_. TYR. Could I now send for one to renew heat Within her bosom, that were a fine workman! I should but too much love him; but, alas! 'Tis as impossible for living fire to take Hold there, as for dead ashes to burn back again Into those hard, tough bodies, whence they tell. Life is removed from her now, as the warmth Of the bright sun from us, when it makes winter, And kills with unkind coldness; so is't yonder. An everlasting frost hangs now upon her, And in such a season men will force A heat into their bloods with exercise, In spite of extreme weather. So shall we By art force beauty on yon lady's face, Though death sit frowning on't a storm of hail, To beat it off--our pleasure shall prevail. GOV. My lord! TYR. Hast done so soon? GOV. That's as your grace Gives approbation. TYR. O, she lives again! She'll presently speak to me, keep her up! I'll have her swoon no more, there's treachery in't; Does she not feel warmer to thee? GOV. Very little, sir. TYR. The heat wants cherishing then: our arms and lips Shall labour life into her. Wake, sweet mistress! 'Tis I that call thee at the door of life. [_Kisses the body._] Ha! I talk so long to death, I'm sick myself: Methinks an evil scent still follows me. GOV. Maybe, 'tis nothing but the colour, sir, That I laid on. TYR. Is that so strong? GOV. Yes, faith, sir, 'Twas the best poison I could get for money. [_Throws off his disguise._ TYR. Govianus! GOV. O thou sacrilegious villain! Thou thief of rest, robber of monuments! Cannot the body, after funeral, Sleep in the grave for thee? must it be rais'd Only to please the wickedness of thine eye? Do all things end with death, and not thy lust? Hast thou devis'd a new way to damnation, More dreadful than the soul of any sin Did ever pass yet between earth and hell? Dost strive to be particularly plagu'd Above all ghosts beside? Thou scorn'st a partner in thy torments too! TYR. What fury gave thee boldness to attempt This deed, for which I'll doom thee with a death Beyond the extremest tortures?