Soph. How quickly now my death will be revenged!
Before the king's first sleep! I depart laughing
To think upon the deed. [Dies.
Gov. 'Tis thy banquet;
Down, villain, to thy everlasting weeping,
That canst rejoice so in the rape of virtue,
And sing light tunes in tempests, when near ship-wreck'd,
And have no plank to save you!
Enter Servant.
Now, sir, quickly.
Ser. Which way soe'er I cast mine eye, my lord,
Out of all parts o' th' house, I may see fellows
Gather'd in companies, and all whispering,
Like men for treachery busy.
Lady. 'Tis confirm'd.
Ser. Their eyes still fix'd upon the doors and windows.
Gov. I think thou'st never done, thou lov'st to talk on't.
'Tis fine discourse: prythee, find other business.
Ser. Nay, I am gone, I'm a man quickly sneap'd.[464] [Exit.
Gov. H' has flatter'd me with safety for this hour.