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 recommended to study every line and syllable of this brief dialogue:

Francisco. How now, my noble cousin? what, in black? Giovanni. Yes, uncle, I was taught to imitate you In virtue, and you [? now] must imitate me In colors of your garments. My sweet mother Is — Francisco. How! where? Giovanni. Is there; no, yonder: indeed, sir, I'll not tell you, For I shall make you weep. Francisco. Is dead? Giovanni. Do not blame me now, I did not tell you so. Lodovico. She's dead, my lord. Francisco. Dead! Monticelso. Blest lady, thou art now above thy woes! Giovanni. What do the dead do, uncle? do they eat, Hear music, go a-hunting, and be merry, As we that live? Francisco. No, coz; they sleep. Giovanni. Lord, Lord, that I were dead! I have not slept these six nights.—When do they wake? Francisco. When God shall please. Giovanni. Good God, let her sleep ever! For I have known her wake an hundred nights When all the pillow where she laid her head Was brine-wet with her tears. I am to complain to you, sir; I'll tell you how they have used her now she's dead: They wrapped her in a cruel fold of lead, And would not let me kiss her.