Might not to-morrow—
Prince (aside). At the name of Anna
His colour changed. (Aloud.) No matter. ’Tis begun,
And we’ll ev’n finish it. Where left I off?
Ces. (reading). ‘Can write no more’—
Prince. Eh? ‘Write no more?’ Did I
Say that?
Ces. My lord?
Prince. The letter. Give me it.
Ces. (aside). Come what come may then, what is writ is writ!