Made such a battery in the choisest Castle That ever nature made to defend life, That strait it shook, and sunk. _Thier._ Stay, dares any Presume to shed a tear before me? or Ascribe that worth unto themselves to merit: To do so for her? I have done, now on. _Mart._ Fall'n thus, once more she smil'd, as if that death For her had studied a new way to sever The soul and body, without sense of pain; And then tell him (quoth she) what you have seen, And with what willingness 'twas done: for which My last request unto him is, that he Would instantly make choice of one (most happy In being so chosen) to supply my place, By whom if heaven bless him with a daughter, In my remembrance let it bear my name Which said she dy'd. _Thier._ I hear this, and yet live; Heart! art thou thunder proof, will nothing break thee? She's dead, and what her entertainment may be In th'other world without me is uncertain, And dare I stay here unresolv'd? _Mart._ Oh Sir! _Brun._ Dear son. _Prot._ Great King. _Thier._ Unhand me, am I fall'n So low, that I have lost the power to be Disposer of my own life? _Mart._ Be but pleas'd To borrow so much time of sorrow, as To call to mind her last request, for whom (I must confess a loss beyond expression) You turn your hand upon your self, 'twas hers And dying hers, that you should live and happy In seeing little models of your self, By matching with another, and will you Leave any thing that she desir'd ungranted? And suffer such a life that was [l]aid down For your sake only to be fruitless? _Thier._ Oh thou dost throw charms upon me, against which I cannot stop my ears, bear witness heaven That not desire of life, nor love of pleasure[s] Nor any future comforts, but to give Peace to her blessed spirit in satisfying Her last demand, makes me defer our meeting, Which in my choice, and suddain choice shall be To all apparent. _Brun._ How? doe I remove one mischief To draw upon my head a greater? _Thier._ Go, thou only good man, to whom for her self Goodness is dear, and prepare to interr it In her that was; oh my heart! my _Ordella_, A monument worthy to be the casket Of such a jewel. _Mart._ Your command that makes way Unto my absence is a welcome one, For but your self there's nothing here _Martel_, Can take delight to look on; yet some comfort Goes back with me to her, who though she want it Deserves all blessings. [_Exit._ _Brun._ So soon to forget The loss of such a wife, believe it will Be censur'd in the world. _Thier._ Pray you no more, There is no arg[u]ment you can use to cross it, But does increase in me such a suspition I would not cherish--who's that? _Enter_ Memberge.