Scaring the innocent eye that should have seen
The Father's image in the earthly parent,

Then, and then only, take my malison.

ANN SHAKESPEARE.

Of this nought apprehend.

SHAKESPEARE.

'Tis passing well.

[Kisses her.

Fix thou thy appetence on things supernal;
Guide our fair children in the paths of virtue;
Cherish the harmless necessary cat,

Who will for my departure wring her hands;
Speak of me sometimes, rail at me but seldom;
So for ten years farewell.

[An ATTENDANT enters and whispers LEICESTER.

LEICESTER.

To horse! to horse!

[Exit with SHAKESPEARE. The curtain falls.