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Rud.You are obey'd. [ Can spirit from the tomb, or fiend from hell, More hateful, more malignant be than man— Than villanous man? Altho' to look on such, Yea, even the very thought of looking on them, Makes natural blood to curdle in the veins, And loosen'd limbs to shake. There are who have endur'd the visitation Of supernatural Beings.—O forfend it! I would close couch me to my deadliest foe Rather than for a moment bear alone The horrours of the sight. Who's there? Who's there? (looking round.) Heard I not voices near? That door ajar Sends forth a cheerful light. Perhaps my women, Who now prepare my chamber. Grant it be!

A Chamber, with a small Bed or Couch in it; enter and, wrangling together. Rud. I say begone, and occupy the chamber I have appointed for thee: here I'm fix’d, And here I pass the night.