Her. A privilege, never to see me more.
[080] And from thy hated presence part I so:
See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [Exit.
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein:
Here therefore for a while I will remain.
So sorrow’s heaviness doth heavier grow
[085] For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe;
Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
[087] If for his tender here I make some stay. [Lies down and sleeps.
[088] Obe. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite,