I cannot stay; a fate doth ravish me;
Ile meet thee in the chamber of thy love. Exit.
Buss. What dismall change is here! the good old Frier
Is murther'd, being made knowne to serve my love;
And now his restlesse spirit would fore-warne me[15]
Of some plot dangerous, and imminent.
Note what he wants! He wants his upper weed,
He wants his life, and body: which of these
Should be the want he meanes, and may supply me