_1. Gent._ But are you sure she is beheaded, Sir? _2. Gent._ Most certaine, Sir, both by the Kings Decree, And generall voyce of all, for instance see. _1. Gent._ The wofull’st sight. That ere mine eyes beheld. _2. Gent._ A sight of griefe and horrour. _1. Gent._ It is a piece of the extremest Iustice That euer Memory can Register. _2. Gent._ I, in a Father. _1. Gent._ Oh, I pray forbeare, The time is full of danger euery-where. _Exeunt._ _Enter_ Lisander, _and the Guard_. _Lis._ Good gentle friends, before I leaue the Land, Suffer me to take my last fare-well Of my owne dearest deare _Leonida_. Accept this poore reward: would time permit. I would more largely recompence your loues. _1. Gua._ You haue preuail’d, my Lord, but pray bee briefe. We are inioyn’d by strict Commission, To see you shipt away this present tyde. _Lis._ Indeed, I will. _1. Gua._ Then here you may behold, All that is left of faire _Leonida_. _Lis._ Oh—— _2. Gua._ How fare you, Sir. _Lis._ Oh, Gentlemen, Can you behold this sacred Cabinet, Which Nature once had made her Treasurie? But now broke ope by sacrilegious hands, And not let fall a teare: you are vnkind. Not Marble but would wet at such a sight, And cannot you, strange stupiditie! Thou meere Relike of my dearest Saint! Vpon this Altar I will sacrifice This Offering to appeaze thy murd’red Ghost. _1. Gua._ Restraine, my Lord, this Passion, we lament As much as you, and grieue vnfaynedly For her vntimely losse. _Lis._ As much as I? Oh, ’tis not possible. You temporize with sorrow: mine’s sincere, Which I will manifest to all the World. See what a beauteous forme she yet retaynes, In the despight of Fate, that men may see, Death could not seize but on her mortall parts: Her beautie was diuine and heauenly. _1. Gua._ Nay, good my Lord, dispatch, the time’s but short. _Lis._ Indeed, I will, to make an end of time: For I can liue no longer, since that she, For whose sake onely, I held truce with time, Hath left me desolate: no, diuinest loue, What liuing was deny’d vs, weele enioy In Immortalitie, where no Crueltie, Vnder the forme of Iustice, dare appeare. Sweet sacred Spirit, make not too much haste To the Elizian Fields, stay but awhile, And I will follow thee with swifter speed, Then meditation: thus I seale my vow. _Kisses._ Me thinkes, I feele fresh heat, as if her soule Had resum’d her former seate agen, To solemnize this blessed Vnion, In our last consummation, or else it stayes, Awayting onely for my companie: It does, indeed, and I haue done thee wrong, To let thy heauenly eyes want me so long, But now I come, deare Loue, Oh, oh! _1. Gua._ What sound was that? _2. Gua._ Oh, we are all vndone, The Prince has slaine himselfe: what shall we doe?