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Concerns my life, and state, (make no enquiry,)
This present hour befaln me: with the soonest
I shall be here again: nay pray go in, Sir,
And take them with you, 'tis but a night lost, Gentlemen.
_Van._ Come, come in, we will not lose our meat yet,
Nor our good mirth, he cannot stay long from her,
I am sure of that.
_Gos._ I will not stay; believe, Sir. [_Exit._
_Gertrude_, a word with you.
_Ger._ Why is this stop, Sir?
_Gos._ I have no more time left me, but to kiss thee,
And tell thee this, I am ever thine: farewel wench. [_Exit._
_Ger._ And is that all your Ceremony? Is this a wedding?
Are all my hopes and prayers turn'd to nothing?
Well, I will say no more, nor sigh, nor sorrow;
Till to thy face I prove thee false. Ah me! [_Exit._
_ACTUS QUINTUS. SCENA PRIMA._
_Enter_ Gertrude, _and a_ Boor.
_Ger._ Lead, if thou thinkst we are right: why dost thou make
These often stands? thou saidst thou knewst the way.
_Bo._ Fear nothing, I do know it: would 'twere homeward.
_Ger._ Wrought from me by a Beggar? at the time
That most should tye him? 'tis some other Love
That hath a more command on his affections,
And he that fetcht him, a disguised Agent,
Not what he personated; for his fashion
Was more familiar with him, and more powerful
Than one that ask'd an alms: I must find out
One, if not both: kind darkness be my shrowd,
And cover loves too curious search in me,
For yet, suspicion, I would not name thee.
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