If it assume my noble father’s person, I’ll speak to it, though hell itself should gape 265 And bid me hold my peace. I pray you all, If you have hitherto conceal’d this sight, Let it be tenable in your silence still; And whatsoever else shall hap to-night, Give it an understanding, but no tongue: 270 I will requite your loves. So, fare ye well: Upon the platform, ‘twixt eleven and twelve, I’ll visit you.