A TRAGEDY.
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Ethw. I will trust in thee truly—(vehemently after a short pause)
No, I will not! I will trust no man's vision but mine own.
Is the moon dark to night?
Alwy. It is an please you.
Ethw. And will be so to-morrow?
Alwy. Yes, my Lord.
Ethw. When all is still'd in sleepI hear a noise.
Alwy. Regard it not, it is the whisp'ring winds
Along those pillar'd walls.
Ethw. It is a strange sound, tho'. Come to my chamber,
I will not here remain: Come to my chamber,
And do not leave me till the morning break.
I am a wretched man!
(Exeunt.
END OF THE SECOND ACT.
