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Thou liest! 'Tis late; 'tis past the midnight watch.

I do believe scarce half an hour has past Since I did light your Honour from the hall.

Peace! thou art fool or knave, I know not which. I've passed since then two hours as truly told As sun on dial moves.—Why shrink'st thou back?

I hear my lady coming.

Coming at last! Haste! leave me; go thy ways. [Exit. (Putting out a lamp which stands on a side table.) Out light! The partial gleam from yonder door Will, as she enters, fall upon her strongly; I'll stand aside, and mark her face unseen.

Have done with all this smoothing of thy features, And look as sad and rueful as thou wilt.