Sad and solemn music. Grif She is asleep. Good wench, let's sit down quiet, For fear we wake her :-softly, gentle Patience. [The Vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after another, six Personages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays, or palm, in their hands. They first congee unto her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her head; at which, the other four make reverend courtesies; then the two, that held the garland, deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head; which done, they deliver the same garland to the last two, who likewise observe the same order: at which, as it were by inspiration, she makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven: and so in their dancing they vanish, carrying the garland with them. The music continues. Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone, And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Kath. It is not you I call for. None, madam. Saw ye none enter since I slept? Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop Invite me to a banquet, whose bright faces And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel Possess your fancy. Kath. Bid the music leave; They are harsh and heavy to me. Pa. [music ceuses. Do you note, How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? How long her face is drawn! How pale she looks, And of an earthy cold! Mark you her eyes? Grif. She is going, wench: pray, pray. Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness, To use so rude behavior: go to; kneel. Mes. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon; My haste made me unmannerly. A gentleman, sent from the king, There is staying to see you. Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith; but this fellow |