And doubtless need restoring. Take him, boy,
With the attendant sharers of his travel,
To the men’s chambers. See them well bestowed,
And do all things as one, that for neglect
Shall give account. Meanwhile, our lord shall know
What fate hath chanced; his wit and mine shall find
What solace may be for these news unkind.
[Exeunt into the house.
Chorus.
When, O when, shall we, my sisters,