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And maiden fearfulness have gone before thee; And where, as well as him of firmest soul, The meanly-minded and the coward are. Then trust thy nature, at th'approaching push, The mind doth shape itself to its own wants, I know not how it is, I'm wond'rous heavy; Fain would I rest a while. This weary frame Has but a little more to do for me, And yet it asks for rest. I'll lay me down: It may be possible that I shall sleep, After these weary tossings of the mind; Enter Ohio, creeping out from a hiding-place at the bottom of the stage and going softly up to Rayner, looks for some time upon him with a malicious grin.

Thou hast lov'd negroes' blood, I warrant thee. Dost sleep? ay, they will waken thee ere long, And cut thy head off. They'll put thee to rest; They'll close thine eyes for thee without thy leave; They'll bloat thy white skin for thee, lily-face. Come, less harm will I do thee than thy fellows: My sides are cold: a dead man needs no cloak.