Another part of a field before Thebes.
(Three Queens; Knights)
The Queens bury their husbands before parting and going each their own way. (17 lines)
Music. Enter the Queens with the hearses of their Knights in a funeral solemnity, etc.
Urns and odors bring away,
Vapors, sighs, darken the day;
Our dole more deadly looks than dying;
Balms, and gums, and heavy cheers,
Sacred vials fill’d with tears,
And clamors through the wild air flying!
Come all sad and solemn shows,
That are quick-ey’d pleasure’s foes!
We convent nought else but woes:
We convent, etc.
This funeral path brings to your household’s grave:
Joy seize on you again! Peace sleep with him!
And this to yours.
Yours this way. Heavens lend
A thousand differing ways to one sure end.
This world’s a city full of straying streets,
And death’s the market-place, where each one meets.