Heywood
The path of pleasure, and the gate to bliss,
Which on your lips I knock at with a kiss.
Woman Killed with Kindness.
My wife, the mother to my pretty babes!
Both those lost names I do restore thee back,
And with this kiss I wed thee once again.
Though thou art wounded in thy honored name,
And with that grief upon thy death-bed liest,
Honest in heart, upon my soul, thou diest.
Woman Killed with Kindness.