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Groom. No, nothing. (looking round fearfully.)

Ethw. Thou need'st not look; 'tis nothing; fancy oft Deceives the eye with strange and flitting things. Regard it not but, quickly bring more lamps.

Groom. Nay, good my Lord, shall I remain with you, And call my fellow?

''Ethw. (angrily.)'' Do as thou art commanded. (Exit Groom. This man perceives the weakness of my mind. Am I, indeed, the warlike king of Mercia? Why do ye linger here? I want ye not. Begone. (Exeunt Grooms But that I would not to those fools Betray the shameful secret of my mind, I fain would call them back. What are these horrours? A fearful visitation of a time, That will o'erpass? O might I so believe it! Edmar, methinks, ere this might be return'd: I'll wait for him no more: I'll go myself