Gert. Enough, enough!
If you will have me live, give him no name;
Suspicion tells me 'tis my Geraldine:
But be it whom it will, I'll come to him,
To suffer death as resolute as he.
[Exit Gertrude.
W. Rash. Did not I tell you 'twould take?
Down, sir, down.[188]
Gera. I guess what you'd have me do.
Long. O, for a little blood to besprinkle him!
W. Rash. No matter for blood, I'll not suffer her to come near him till the plot have ta'en his full height.
Gera. A scarf o'er my face, lest I betray myself.
Enter Gertrude below.
W. Rash. Here, here, lie still, she comes.
Now, Mercury, be propitious.
Gert. Where lies this spectacle of blood?
This tragic scene?
W. Rash. Yonder lies Geraldine.