Guendolen monologue (Act 5) — Locrine: A Tragedy

The gods are wise who lead us—now to smite, And now to spare: we dwell but in their sigh And work but what their will is. What hath been Is past. But these, that once were king and queen, The sun, that feeds on death, shall not consume Naked. Not I would sunder tomb from tomb Of these twain foes of mine, in death made one— I, that when darkness hides me from the sun Shall sleep alone, with none to rest by me. But thou—this one time more I look on thee— Fair face, brave hand, weak heart that wast not mine— Sleep sound—and God be good to thee, Locrine. I was not. She was fair as heaven in spring Whom thou didst love indeed. Sleep, queen and king, Forgiven; and if—God knows—being dead, ye live, And keep remembrance yet of me—forgive.