Light. You're overwatched, my lord; lie down and rest.
Edw. But that grief keeps me waking, I should sleep,90 For not these ten days have these eyes' lids [336] closed. Now as I speak they fall, and yet with fear Open again. O wherefore sitt'st thou here?
Light. If you mistrust me, I'll begone, my lord.
Edw. No, no, for if thou mean'st to murder me, Thou wilt return again, and therefore stay. [Sleeps.
Light. He sleeps.
Edw. [awakes.] O let me not die yet; [337] stay, O stay a while!
Light. How now, my lord?
Edw. Something still buzzeth in mine ears,100 And tells me if I sleep I never wake; This fear is that which makes me tremble thus. And therefore tell me, wherefore art thou come.
Light. To rid thee of thy life; Matrevis, come.
Enter Matrevis and Gurney.