Lady Car. Noble Strafford!
Straf. No farewell!
I 'll see you anon, to-morrow—the first thing.
—If She should come to stay me!
Lady Car. Go—'t is nothing—
Only my heart that swells: it has been thus
Ere now: go, Strafford!
Straf. To-night, then, let it be.
I must see Him: you, the next after Him.
I 'll tell you how Pym looked. Follow me, friends!