The Bloody Banquet.
Heaven hath not taken all our happineſſe;
For though your elder met ill fate, good heaven
Hath thus preſerv'd your yonger for your heire.
- Kiu. Prepare thoſe limbes for honourable buriall.
And noble Nephew all your ill is loſt
In your late new borne goodneſſe, which we'le reward,
No ſtorme of fate ſo fierce but time deſtroyes.
And beates backe miſerie with a peale of Joyes.
Exeunt omnes.
Finis.
