Or to defile the body of the dead;
But rather take my last farewell of her,
Or languishing and dying by her side,
My airy soul post after hers to heaven.
             [Comes to MRS ARTHUR’S tomb. 
First, with this latest kiss I seal my love: 
Her lips are warm, and I am much deceiv’d,
If that she stir not.  O, this Golgotha,
This place of dead men’s bones is terrible,
Presenting fearful apparitions! 
It is some spirit that in the coffin lies,
And makes my hair start up on end with fear! 
Come to thyself, faint heart—­she sits upright! 
O, I would hide me, but I know not where. 
Tush, if it be a spirit, ’tis a good spirit;
For with her body living ill she knew not;
And with her body dead ill cannot meddle.

MRS ART.  Who am I?  Or where am I?

ANS.  O, she speaks,
And by her language now I know she lives.

MRS ART.  O, who can tell me where I am become? 
For in this darkness I have lost myself;
I am not dead, for I have sense and life: 
How come I then in this coffin buried?

ANS.  Anselm, be bold; she lives, and destiny
Hath train’d thee hither to redeem her life.

MRS ART.  Lives any ’mongst these dead? none but myself?

ANS.  O yes, a man, whose heart till now was dead,
Lives and survives at your return to life: 
Nay, start not; I am Anselm, one who long
Hath doted on your fair perfection,
And, loving you more than became me well,
Was hither sent by some strange providence,
To bring you from these hollow vaults below,
To be a liver in the world again.

MRS ART.  I understand you, and I thank the heavens,
That sent you to revive me from this fear,
And I embrace my safety with good-will.

    Enter AMINADAB with two or three BOYS.

AMIN. Mane citus lectum fuge, mollem discute somnum,
Templa petas supplex, et venerate deum. 
Shake off thy sleep, get up betimes,
Go to the church and pray,
And, never fear, God will thee hear,
And keep thee all the day. 
Good counsel, boys; observe it, mark it well;
This early rising, this diluculo
Is good both for your bodies and your minds: 
’Tis not yet day; give me my tinder-box;
Meantime, unloose your satchels and your books: 
Draw, draw, and take you to your lessons, boys.

1ST BOY.  O Lord, master, what’s that in the white sheet?

AMIN.  In the white sheet, my boy? Dic ubi, where?

1ST BOY. Vide, master, vide illic, there.

AMIN.  O, Domine, Domine, keep us from evil,
A charm from flesh, the world, and the devil!

[Exeunt.

MRS ART.  O, tell me not my husband was ingrate,
Or that he did attempt to poison me,
Or that he laid me here, and I was dead;
These are no means at all to win my love.