My life a little space, to make me feel
The extremes of joy and sorrow. Ere we met,
My heart was calm as the unconscious babe.
Enter Fabian.
Fab. Madam, my lord comes this way, and commands
To clear these chambers; what he meditates,
'Tis fit indeed were private. My old age
Has liv'd too long, to see my master's shame.
Adel. His shame, eternal shame! Oh, more than cruel!
How shall I smother it! Fabian, what means he?