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I've ta'en your mare, an please you, from her field, And wait your farther orders. (De Monfort heeds him not.) Her hoofs are sound, and where the saddle gall'd Begins to mend. What further must be done? (De Monfort still heeds him not.) His honour heeds me not. Why should I stay?

''De Mon. (Eagerly, as he is going.)'' He goes alone saidst thou?

Ser. His servant told me so.

De Mon.And at what hour?

Ser. He 'parts from Amberg by the fall of eve. Save you, my lord? how chang'd your count'nance is! Are you not well?

De Mon.Yes, I am well: begone! And wait my orders by the city wall: I'll that way bend, and speak to thee again. [ Servant.