The. No, no! Not now.
Phil. Ay, see him now, Theano.
Show him the burden of this bed, nor let
The damn�d simulation of his eye
Deceive you. Bravely tell him to his face
None better knows the gate she came by death.
The. You lie!... And yet I can not see him now.
Though he is innocent, my wicked promise
Burns like accusing fire by this dear form.
Meth. Mistress, he comes!