_Brun._ For ever. _Mart._ Go carry her without wink of sleep, or quiet, Where her strong knave _Protaldye_'s broke o'th' wheel, And let his cries and roars be musick to her, I mean to waken her. _Thier._ Do her no wrong. _Mart._ Nor right, as you love justice. _Brun._ I will think, And if there be new curses in old nature, I have a soul dare send them. _Mart._ Keep her waking. [_Exit_ Brunhalt. _Thier._ What's that appears so sweetly? there's that face. _Mart._ Be moderate, Lady. _Thier._ That Angels face. _Mart._ Goe nearer. _Thier. Martel_, I cannot last long, see the soul, I see it perfectly of my _Ordella_, The heavenly figure of her sweetness there, Forgive me gods, it comes, Divinest substance, Kneel, kneel, kneel every one, Saint of thy Sex, If it be for my cruelty thou comest, Do ye see her hoe? _Mart._ Yes Sir, and you shall know her. _Thier._ Down, down again, to be reveng'd for bloud, Sweet Spirit I am ready, she smiles on me, O blessed sign of Peace. _Mart._ Goe nearer Lady. _Ordel._ I c[o]me to make you happy. _Thier._ Hear you that, Sir? She comes to crown my soul: away, get sacrifice Whilst I with holy Honors. _Mart._ She's alive, Sir. _Thier._ In everlasting life, I know it friend, Oh happy, happy soul. _Ordel._ Alas, I live Sir, A mortal woman still. _Thier._ Can spirits weep too? _Mart._ She's no spirit Sir, pray kiss her, Lady, Be very gentle to him. _Thier._ Stay, she is warm, And by my life the same lips tell me brightness, Are you the same _Ordella_ still? _Mart._ The same, Sir, Whom heavens and my good Angel staid from ruin. _Thier._ Kiss me again. _Ordel._ The same still, still your servant. _Thier._ 'Tis she, I know her now _Martel_; sit down sweet. Oh blest and happiest woman, a dead slumber Begins to creep upon me, oh my jewel! _Enter Messenger and_ Memberge. _Ordel._ Oh sleep my Lord. _Thier._ My joyes are too much for me. _Mess. Brunhalt_ impatient of her constraint to see _Protaldye_ tortur'd, has choak'd her self. _Mart._ No more, her sins go with her. _Thier._ Love, I must die, I faint, close up my glasses. _1 Doct._ The Queen faints too, and deadly. _Thier._ One dying kiss. _Ordel._ My last Sir, and my dearest, and now Close my eyes too. _Thier._ Thou perfect woman. _Martel_, the Kingdom's yours, take _Memberge_ to you, And keep my line alive; nay, weep not, Lady, Take me, I go. _Ordel._ Take me too, farewel honour. [_Die both._ _2 Doct._ They are gone for ever. _Mart._ The peace of happy souls go after them, Bear them to their last beds, whilst I study A Tomb to speak their loves; whilst old time laste[t]h I am your King in sorrows.