[♦] Take all the swift advantage of the hours;
[50] You shall have letters from me to my son
[♦] To meet you on the way, and welcome you.
[♦] Be not ta’en tardy by unwise delay.
[♦] Duch. O ill-dispersing wind of misery!
O my accursed womb, the bed of death!
[55] A cockatrice hast thou hatch’d to the world,
Whose unavoided eye is murderous.
[♦] Stan. Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent.
[♦] Anne. And I in all unwillingness will go.