Scene 14.
Enter Madam Jantil alone as rising out of her Bed, her Mantle wrapt about her, and in her night linnen.
MAdam Iantil.
I saw his Face pale as a Lilly white,
His wounds fresh bleeding blood like rubies bright;
His Eyes were looking steadfastly on me,
Smiling as joying in my Company;
He mov'd his lips as willing was to speak,
But had no voice, and all his Spirits weak;
He shak'd his hand as if he bid farewell,
That brought the message which his tongue would tell;
He's dead, he's dead, a sunder break my heart,
Let's meet in Death, though Wars our lives did part.
After she had walkt silently a turn or two about her Chamber her eyes be∣ing sixt on the ground, she return'd as to her Bed.
Exit.