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SCENE II.
—A ROOM IN DON PEDRO'S HOUSE.Enter Physician and Nurse.
NURSE.
Alas, sir! I am sorry for your pains, but you see
'tis in vain persuading with her—she drowns all counsel
in a sea of tears.
PHYSICIAN.
I am most sorry for this calamity that hath fallen
upon so good a lady. Well, well, Heav'n is wise, and
knows its own purposes. Since she will not admit
me, I will depart. Take this with you, worthy nurse;
seek not to stop the current of her tears, for like swift
waters round a based rock, they will in time wear off
the edges of her grief; let her weep, therefore, sans
interruption.
NURSE.
I have sent for my lady's confessor, sir, hoping she
may take some comfort from his spiritual converse; and,
very father, and was more ruled by his advice than anything
in the world.
PHYSICIAN.
Peace be with you! I hope she may both hearken to
him and find remedy therein.
Enter Friar Rodriquez.
NURSE.
O holy father, welcome; you're come an hour sooner
than we thought to have needed you. Alack, alack!
and 'tis no longer for marrying, but burying. O my
dear lord—my good young master, oh!
FRIAR.
Lament not for the dead. How is your lady?
NURSE.
O, sir, in the very deepest pit of affliction; I think
she hath wept more tears than would serve to wash me
of all my sins, old as I am. Her cheeks, which this
morning did show the brightest and fairest roses in the
world, be pale, and drawn, and stained with briny
showers, that have withered the pretty roses clean
away; she takes no heed to anything about her, nor
speaks not save to cry out that she may be shown her
brother's corpse; but so strong is the passion of her
grief, that I have feared to let her see it, lest her poor
brain be entirely wrecked at the sight.
FRIAR.
Where is she?
Within her chamber; shall I tell her you are come?
FRIAR.
No, by no means, I will go thither to her;
Let the body of her brother be convey'd,
Such as it lies, somewhere at hand, to me,
And if I find that 'twill be best to give her
The sorrow of its sight.
NURSE.
Alack the day!
My brave young lord, my handsome, sweet young lord!
FRIAR.
Go in and cry thy fill, but weep not here,
Lest that my heart, which I would hold in strength
And firmness for thy lady's best support,
Grow weak with fancying ere I see her sorrow.
NURSE.
Heav'n bless you, holy sir! I cannot hold—
I will go in.
[Exit Nurse.
FRIAR.
O Thou that doest nought
But in great mercy to thy sinful children,
If it please thee well, grant me to pour some patience
Into this broken heart that thou hast wounded,
And though thy steps be hid in the deep, yet teach me
To trust thy wisdom which I cannot fathom,
And give like trust unto this mourning creature!
[Exit.
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