'Tis the Kings pleasure.

_Gent_. I understand you Madam, would 'twere mine.
I must not wish good rest unto your Ladiship.

_Evad_. You talk, you talk.

_Gent_. 'Tis all I dare do, Madam; but the King will wake,
and then.

_Evad_. Saving your imagination, pray good night Sir.

_Gent_. A good night be it then, and a long one Madam;
I am gone.

_Evad_. The night grows horrible, and all about me
Like my black purpose: O the Conscience
[_King abed_.

Of a lost Virgin; whither wilt thou pull me?
To what things dismal, as the depth of Hell,
Wilt thou provoke me? Let no [woman] dare
From this hour be disloyal: if her heart
Be flesh, if she have blood, and can fear, 'tis a daring
Above that desperate fool that left his peace,
And went to Sea to fight: 'tis so many sins
An age cannot prevent 'em: and so great,
The gods want mercy for: yet I must through 'em.
I have begun a slaughter on my honour,
And I must end it there: he sleeps, good heavens!
Why give you peace to this untemperate beast
That hath so long transgressed you? I must kill him,
And I will do't bravely: the meer joy
Tells me I merit in it: yet I must not
Thus tamely do it as he sleeps: that were
To rock him to another world: my vengeance
Shall take him waking, and then lay before him
The number of his wrongs and punishments.
I'le shake his sins like furies, till I waken
His evil Angel, his sick Conscience:
And then I'le strike him dead: King, by your leave:

[_Ties his armes to the bed_.

I dare not trust your strength: your Grace and I
Must grapple upon even terms no more:
So, if he rail me not from my resolution,
I shall be strong enough.
My Lord the King, my Lord; he sleeps
As if he meant to wake no more, my Lord;