Classic Poem

ACT . IV. S CEN. IV.

To them Eumela. Eum .

My Lords, the Queen
Is come to make a visit to your Ladies:
What will you do? Phil .
Go and conduct her in. Eum .
Now Madam? does your Husband vanish, when
You offer to embrace him? Mal .
O Eumela
He's gone already. This his short appearance
Is only as th' appearance of a Star
To one that's perishing in a Tempest. Flor .
'Tis
Only to let us die with some more Comfort.
Were they to stay Eumela — — Eum .
This disjoyning
Of Bodies, only is to knit your hearts;
You'l form their Pictures in your Thoughts perhaps,
And once or twice more look behind the Hangings. Mal .
Peace good Eumela ! here's the Queen.