Mistress Lucy
Marry, it is time you should ask after her, poor lady; she is distraught almost. Why, she has not slept, but paced the chamber all night long. I prayed her to have a posset, or some aqua-vitæ, and to get to bed and sleep a little for her health’s sake, but she answered me she was afraid she might dream. That was a strange answer, was it not?
Second Citizen
These great folk have not much sense, so Providence makes it up to them in fine clothes.
Mistress Lucy
Well, well, God keep murder from us, I say, as long as we are alive.
[Enter Lord Moranzone hurriedly.]
Moranzone
Is the Duke dead?
Second Citizen