To see her way. O, that some[1918] bridge would breake, 35
That she might fall into some deep digd ditch,
And eyther breake her bones or drowne her selfe!
I would these mischiefes I could wish to her
Might light on her!—but, soft; I see a light:
I will go neere; tis comfortable, 40
After this nights sad spirits dulling[1919] darknes.
How now? what, is it set to keep it selfe?
Mis. Bar. A plague ont, is she there? [Aside.]
Mis. Gou. O, how it cheares and quickens up my thoughts!