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John
Why do you weep, my son?
Andronicus
Oh, horrible! O Lord, that life should suddenly become so hateful!
John
What troubles you?
Andronicus
Drusiana, your disciple, Drusiana—
John
She has passed from the sight of men?
Andronicus
Yes. And I am desolate.
John
It is not right to mourn so bitterly for those whose souls we know rejoice in peace.
Andronicus
God knows I do not doubt that her soul is in eternal joy, and that her incorrupt body will rise again. What grieves me so sorely is that in my presence just now she prayed for death. She begged she might die.
John
You know her reason?
Andronicus
I know it, and will tell you when I am less sick with grief.
John
Come. We must celebrate the funeral rites with proper ceremony.
Andronicus
There is a marble tomb near here in which the body shall be laid, and our steward Fortunatus shall guard her grave.
John
It is right that she should be interred with honour. God rest her soul in peace.