Kath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he died: If well, he stepp'd before me, happily,1 For my example. Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam: For after the stout earl Northumberland Arrested him at York, and brought him forward (As a man sorely tainted) to his answer, He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill, He could not sit his mule. Kath. Alas, poor man! Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Lei cester; Lodged in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, To whom he gave these words;—' O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Give him a little earth for charity! He gave his honors to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. Kath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! 1 i. e. haply, perchance. Kath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he Well, the voice goes, m Alas, poor man! Grif. At last, with easy roads, he can Lodged in the abbey; where the reverend So wear to bed, where eagerly his sickness |