You, mistress,
That have the office opposite to St. Peter,
And keep the gate of hell; You! you! ay, you!
We have done our course, there's mony for your pains;
I pray you, turn the key, and keep our counsel. [Exit.

Æmil.
Alas, what does this gentleman conceive?
How do you, madam? how do you, my good lady?

Des.
'Faith, half asleep.

Æmil.
Good madam, what's the matter with my Lord?

Des.
With whom?

Æmil.
Why, with my Lord, madam?

Des.
Who is thy Lord?

Æmil.
He that is yours, sweet lady.

Des.
I have none; do not talk to me, Æmilia.
I cannot weep; nor answer have I none,
But what should go by water. Pray, to-night
Lay on my bed my wedding sheets—Remember;—
And call thy husband hither.

Æmil.
Here's a change indeed! [Exit.

Des.
'Tis meet I should be used so, very meet.
How have I been behav'd, that he might stick
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