In all my circling blood—each vein—each pulse
Wherever life is, ever there art thou.
Gaspard speaks without.
Gasp. Go, go; his lordship may not be disturb’d.
Mon. (without) Away! I have a cause that must be heard.
De Val. How now! voices in the anti-room! Ho!
Enter Gaspard.
Gasp. Alack! that folk will be so troublesome: my good lord! here’s a strange woman; truly a most obstinate spirit, who craves vehemently to be heard, on matters (so she reports) of much importance to your lordship.
De Val. Nay, in the morning be it; not at this hour.
Gasp. I told her so; my very words; but truly, her grief seems to have craz’d her reason.