This is the night
That either makes me of fordoes me quite. (V.i.)
That death’s unnatural that kills for loving. (V.ii.)
My wife! My wife! What wife? I have no wife. (V.ii.)
Oh, I were damned beneath all depth in Hell,
But that I did proceed upon just grounds
To this extremity. (V.ii.)
Demand me nothing. What you know, you know.
From this time forth I never will speak word. (V.ii.)

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