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No, I will not! I will trust no man's vision but mine own. Is the moon dark to night?

Alwy. It is an please you.

Ethw. And will be so to-morrow?

Alwy. Yes, my Lord.

Ethw. When all is still'd in sleepI hear a noise.

Alwy. Regard it not, it is the whisp'ring winds Along those pillar'd walls.

Ethw. It is a strange sound, tho'. Come to my chamber, I will not here remain: Come to my chamber, And do not leave me till the morning break. I am a wretched man! (Exeunt.