She is asleep. Good wench, let’s sit down quiet

Griffith
She is asleep. Good wench, let’s sit down quiet,
For fear we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience.  They sit.

Spirits of peace, where are you? Are you all gone,
And leave me here in wretchedness behind you?

 The Vision.

Enter, solemnly tripping one after another, six
Personages clad in white robes, wearing on their
heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their
faces, branches of bays or palm in their hands. They
first congee unto her, then dance; and, at certain
changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her
head, at which the other four make reverent curtsies.
Then the two that held the garland deliver the same
to the other next two, who observe the same order in
their changes and holding the garland over her head;
which done, they deliver the same garland to the last
two, who likewise observe the same order. At which,
as it were by inspiration, she makes in her sleep
signs of rejoicing and holdeth up her hands to
heaven; and so, in their dancing, vanish, carrying
the garland with them.

 The music continues.

Katherine, waking 
Spirits of peace, where are you? Are you all gone,
And leave me here in wretchedness behind you?
Griffith
Madam, we are here.
Katherine
It is not you I call for.
Saw you none enter since I slept?
Griffith
None, madam.
Katherine
No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop
Invite me to a banquet, whose bright faces
Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun?
They promised me eternal happiness
And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
I am not worthy yet to wear. I shall, assuredly.
Griffith
I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
Possess your fancy.
Katherine
Bid the music leave.
They are harsh and heavy to me.  Music ceases.
Patience, aside to Griffith
Do you note
How much her Grace is altered on the sudden?
How long her face is drawn? How pale she looks,
And of an earthy cold? Mark her eyes.
Griffith, aside to Patience 
She is going, wench. Pray, pray.
Patience
Heaven comfort her!