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Promise me this last request , and I 'll die in the hope of Immortality ! '' Gazing intently on the melancholy , dying man , my eyes filled with tears , I made the sacred promise , and more than that , I here give the manuscript imprint of the original epitaph : _ STRATFORD , APRIL 1st , 1616 . _ _ For Jesus ' sake , good friends , pass by , While here in peace I lowly lie ; Disturb not these cold , tongueless stones That shield my bleaching , crumbling bones , In life I took Dame Nature 's part Exemplifying soul and heart , And all my plays were heaven sent To be my lasting monument ! _ On the morning of the 23d of April , at six o'clock , Judith came rushing into my room , and said that her father was dying . I jumped into my clothes and quickly knelt by his bedside , where I found Dr. Hall , Susannah , Mr. Quincy , Mrs. Hart , Ben Jonson , and Michael Drayton . I grasped his hand as he made dying lurches , and asked him how he felt , and then opening his great bluish gray eyes for the last time on earth , I could hear only his death gurgle expression : `` God , Truth and Country ! '' Thus passed away the noblest and greatest man that ever graced this earthly globe .