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If ye indeed are friends, not spirits enleagu'd To force me to my ruin, let me go— Let me go to my home.

What, dost thou call a bare unfurnish'd chamber, With griping Landlord clam'ring in thine ears For what he knows thou can'st not give, thy home?

I have no other.

Stay thou here with us: In the next chamber thou shalt rest a while. Lead him, my kind Sebastian, by the hand: There is a sort of woman's kindliness About thy nature which befits thee best To be a sick man's friend. I'll follow you. I have secur'd my man. (A voice heard without.) But hark! a voice without! It is my mother's. Secure the lettic'd door. Plague on her kindness To haunt me here! I have forgot my promise. (To Bernard.) Make fast the lettic'd door and answer for me.

Who's there? what want ye?