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What think'st thou of this message?

I know not what to think.

Thou dost! thou dost! for in thine eyes I read A shameful thought, that must remain unutter'd. Ruin, and shame, and misery come upon me! Heaven pours its vengeance on this cursed head!

Nay, do not thus give way: be well assured Ere thou give loose to passion.

Assur'd! and how assur'd? What can I do?— Become a calm inquisitor of shame?

Restrain thyself, and go to thine apartment, As if to pass the night. But, some hours later, When all are gone to rest, steal softly forth Into thy lady's chamber. There thou'lt see If she indeed be sick, or if she hold The vigil of a guilt-distracted mind.

I like thy counsel well: I'll to my chamber. Good night, my friend. [Exeunt severally.