Lest thou shouldst add to that fierce hate I bear thee.
[Exit.
Edm. And can this be? these ears were sure deceiv’d
Yet I sleep not, nor is my brain distemper’d.
It was not so, he said not he did hate me!
O! heav’ns, in your great mercy, aid me now;
And if your pleasure be not to torment
Our poor existence in this span of life,
Aid me to bear my weight o’ miseries!
Oh! yet again! my son and daughter gone,