Scene IV.

Enter C ANUTUS and Attendants.

CANUTUS.

In tears, my Princess? what unseemly sorrow
Presumes to violate the sacred day,
That gives thee to my faithful vows?

EMMA.

Behold!

CANUTUS.

My Friend, why art thou thus?

EMMA.

Bear hence the Queen;
With tender care recall her wand'ring sense.

Oh! my Canutus.

CANUTUS.

Would to Heaven, my Crown,
And all my glories, could recall this life!
I'd think it cheaply purchas'd, noble Edmund.
No common grief shall mourn so great a loss:
Long as exalted virtue is rever'd,
So long shalt thou be wept.