Forsakes me: only Henry's left me—left?
When I have lost him, for he does not come,
And I sit stupidly ... Oh Heaven, break up
This worse than anguish, this mad apathy,
By any means or any messenger!
Tresh. [Without.] Mildred!
Mil. Come in! Heaven hears me!
[Enter Tresham.] You? alone?
Oh, no more cursing!
Tresh. Mildred, I must sit.