And there inclose yourself, and mourn your crimes.
Be this your last relapse; the next is fatal.
Alph. I will retire:
But, if I am a madman, as you say,
And as I half believe, expect no cure
But in Alphonso's death. [Alphonso goes in.
Xim. [Aside.] It works apace;
But whither it will tend, heaven only knows.
[Vera. sees the Book upon the Ground, and takes it up.
Vera. This book he left; go bear it after him.—