Was here—here in my very chamber—
Livia. Madam?
Just. You let none in? oh, no! I know it—but
Some one there was—here—now—as I cried out—
A dark, strange figure—
Livia. My child, compose yourself;
No one has come, or gone, since you were laid
In your noon-slumber. This was but a dream.
The air is heavy; and the melancholy
You live alone with since your father’s death—