Unless remorse and shame together drown'd
In having what I flung for worthless found.
But come--already weary with your travel,
And ill refresh'd by this strange history,
Until the hours that draw the sun from heaven
Unite us at the customary board,
Each to his several chamber: you to rest;
I to contrive with old Clotaldo best
The method of a stranger thing than old
Time has a yet among his records told.

Exeunt.




ACT II




SCENE I--A Throne-room in the Palace. Music within.


(Enter King and Clotaldo, meeting a Lord in waiting)

KING.
You, for a moment beckon'd from your office,
Tell me thus far how goes it. In due time
The potion left him?