For your expenses and sufficient charge,
Among the people gather up a tenth.
Be gone, I say; for, till you do return,
95 I rest perplexed with a thousand cares.
And you, good uncle, banish all offence:
If you do censure me by what you were,
Not what you are, I know it will excuse
This sudden execution of my will.
100 And so, conduct me where, from company,
I may revolve and ruminate my grief. [Exit.