Buried for years, leap from their tombs, and proffer
Their magic service to my new-born spirit.
I'll go--I am not mistress of myself--
Send for him--bring him to me--he is mine! [Exit.]

Isen. Ah! blessed Saints! how changed upon the moment!
She is grown taller, trust me, and her eye
Flames like a fresh-caught hind's. She that was christened
A brown mouse for her stillness! Good my Lord!
Now shall mine old bones see the grave in peace!


SCENE IV


The Bridal Feast. Elizabeth, Lewis, Sophia, and Company seated at
the Dais table. Court Minstrel and Court Fool sitting on the Dais
steps.

Min. How gaily smile the heavens,
The light winds whisper gay;
For royal birth and knightly worth
Are knit to one to-day.

Fool [drowning his voice].
So we'll flatter them up, and we'll cocker them up,
Till we turn young brains;
And pamper the brach till we make her a wolf,
And get bit by the legs for our pains.