To know my deed, ’twere best not know myself. Knocking within. Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst! Exeunt.
The same.
Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed, That you do lie so late?
He did command me to call timely on him: I have almost slipp’d the hour.
I know this is a joyful trouble to you; But yet ’tis one.
The labour we delight in physics pain. This is the door.
I’ll make so bold to call, For ’tis my limited service. Exit.