Befalls from any point.
Alb. What do you say?
Win. I say, my lord, I'll strike as pleases me,
And you keep cover as you will. [Exit]
Alb. A bruise?
Keep cover? Gods! And I stood still! The dog!
I'll after him and take him by the throat!
[Re-enter lady Albemarle, right]
La. Alb. What said our ancient enemy?
Alb. Enough!