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And do not follow him: O do not, Madam! This fearful fit will soon exhaust its strength, And leave his reason free.

God grant it may! It is a fearful fit. But thou thyself look'st strangely, and thy visage Seems haggard with a passing consciousness Thou dost not think

No, no! what should I think? Retire to your apartment: I meantime Will watch my Lord, that none may cross his way Till he be safely lodged within his chamber. [Exeunt.

Go, bid those spearmen from the armourer Receive their pageant suits, and let the warder Hang o'er the battlements his sable flag.