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or whom he died, did speed him duly Upon his heavenward flight. Eliz. O happy bishop! Where are those children? If I had but seen him! I could have borne all then. One word--one kiss! Hark! What's that rushing? White doves--one--two--three-- Fleeing before the gale. My children's spirits! Stay, babies--stay for me! What! Not a moment? And I so nearly ready to be gone? Guta. Still on your children? Eliz. Oh! this grief is light And floats a-top--well, well; it hides a while That gulf too black for speech--My husband's dead! I dare not think on't. A small bird dead in the snow! Alas! poor minstrel! A week ago, before this very window, He warbled, may be, to the slanting sunlight; And housewives blest him for a merry singer: And now he freezes at their doors, like me. Poor foolish brother! didst thou look for payment? Guta. But thou hast light in darkness: he has none-- The bird's the sport of time, while our life's floor Is laid upon eternity; no crack in it But shows the underlying heaven. Eliz. Art sure? Does this look like it, girl? No--I'll trust yet-- Some have gone mad for less; but why should I? Who live in time, and not eternity. 'Twill end, girl, end; no cloud across the sun But passes at the last, and gives us back The face of God once more. Guta. See here they come, Dame Isentrudis and your children, all Safe down the cliff path, through the whirling snow-drifts. Eliz. O Lord, my Lord! I thank thee! Loving and merciful, and tender-hearted, And even in fiercest wrath remembering mercy. Lo! here's my ancient foe. What want you, Sir? [Hugo enters.] Hugo. Want? Faith, 'tis you who want, not I, my Lady-- I hear, you are gone a begging through the town; So, for your husband's sake, I'll take you in; For though I can't forget your scurvy usage, He was a very honest sort of fellow, Though mad as a March hare; so come you in. Eliz. But know you, Sir, that all my husband's vassals Are bidden bar their doors to me? Hugo. I know it: And therefore come you in; my house is mine: No upstarts shall lay down the law to me; Not they, mass: but mind you, no canting here-- No psalm-singing; all candles out at eight: Beggars must not be choosers. Come along! Eliz. I thank you, Sir; and for my children's sake I do accept your bounty. [aside] Down, proud heart-- Bend lower--lower ever: thus God deals with thee. Go, Guta, send the children after me. [Exeunt severa
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