Maf. I hope so, or I would be glad—
Mons. I pray thee, get thee gone; thou art so tedious
In the strick't forme of all thy services[355]
That I had better have one negligent.
You hit my pleasure well, when D'Ambois hit you;
Did you not, think you?
Maf. D'Ambois! why, my lord—
Mons. I pray thee, talk no more, but shut the dores:
Doe what I charge thee.