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 So soon, after so weary a night—!

Fool! I am so much nearer the night to come!

Let me make fast the curtains. Sleep, lady, sleep.

Let the curtains be! I will not sleep while he waketh.

While he waketh—? The lord Potiphar—? Thy lord and lover?

[Watching who is seen passing in the distance] Ay—my lover and my lord!