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.