sink quick to perdition if my tongue discover it!
Per. Tis thus, then: this last night my lord
lay forth, and I, watching my ladies sitting up,[205]
stole up at midnight from my pallat, and (having
before made a hole both through the wall and
arras to her inmost chamber) I saw D'Ambois
and her selfe reading a letter!
Mons. D'Ambois![210]
Per. Even he, my lord.