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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.