’Tis yet but early days, thou needst not fear.

Mosbie. Where is your husband?

Alice. ’Tis now high water, and he is at the quay.

Mosbie. There let him be; henceforward know me not.

Alice. Is this the end of all thy solemn oaths?

Is this the fruit thy reconcilement buds?

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Have I for this given thee so many favours,

Incurred my husband’s hate, and, out alas!

Made shipwreck of mine honour for thy sake? 190

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And dost thou say ‘henceforward know me not’?

Remember, when I lock’d thee in my closet,

What were thy words and mine; did we not both

Decree to murder Arden in the night?

The heavens can witness, and the world can tell,

Before I saw that falsehood look of thine,

’Fore I was tangled with thy ’ticing speech,

Arden to me was dearer than my soul,—

And shall be still: base peasant, get thee gone,

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