That aye must sever us, and will abide
The die which duty cast.—Take it—Stefano—
Tell him there is no answer. [Exit Stefano.
Cruelty!
Must we not probe deep, to dig out the venom?
What matter if he deem me cold and proud?
I must be so—to him!
Enter Matilda.
Matilda.
Hush! I have tidings.