That sleep i’ the tomb!—sleep! no, they cannot sleep!
Doth the night bring no voices from the dead
Back on your soul?
Aym. (turning from him.) Yes—hers!
Rai. (indignantly turning off.) Why should I strive?
Why doth it cost me these deep throes to fling
A weed off?
[Checking himself.
Brother, hath the stranger come
Between our hearts for ever? Yet return—