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It is a servant come to fetch me something.

Has he not heard it? he has heard it all! (In violent alarm and agitation.)

Be still, be still! it is impossible. Thou'st wak'd the pain again; I see thee tremble.

Ay, this will master me: 'twill have me now: What can be done? O for a short reprieve!

Alas, my child! what would'st thou have me do?

I would have time turn'd backward in his course, And what is past ne'er to have been: myself A thing that no existence ever had. Canst thou do this for me?

Alas! I cannot.

Then cursed be thy early mother's cares!