MAR. Put up thy sword; be it thy morning's work:
Farewell to-night; but fail me not to-morrow.
CLIN. Farewell, my love. No rest shall close these eyes, Until the morning peep; and then he dies. [Exit CLINTON.
CAS. [Soliloq.] Now I remember, I have quite outrun
My time prefix'd to dwell upon the earth:
Yet Akercock is absent: where is he?
O, I am glad I am so well near rid
Of my earth's plague and my lascivious dame.
MAR. Hath he discover'd my intendment,
That he presages his ensuing death?
I must break off these fearful meditations.
CAS. How shall I give my verdict up to Pluto
Of all these accidents?
MAR. Why, how now, man?
CAS. What, my dear dame! my reconciled spouse!
Upon my soul, my love to thee is more
Now at this present than 'twas e'er before.
MAR. He hath descried me sure, he sootheth me so! [Aside.]
CAS. I love thee now, because I now must leave thee.
This was the day of my nativity,
And therefore, sweet wife, let us revel it.
MAR. Nay, I have little cause to joy at all.