Leo.  ’By’r Lady, this cuts shrewdly.

Dem.  Thou art dead, for ever dead; sins surfeit slew thee;
The ambition of those wanton eyes betrai’d thee;
Go from me, grave of honour; go thou foul one,
Thou glory of thy sin; go thou despis’d one,
And where there is no vertue, nor no virgin;
Where Chastity was never known, nor heard of;
Where nothing reigns but impious lust, and looser faces. 
Go thither, child of bloud, and sing my doating.

Cel.  You do not speak this seriously I hope Sir; I did but jest with you.

Dem.  Look not upon me, There is more hell in those eyes, than hell harbours; And when they flame, more torments.

Cel.  Dare ye trust me?  You durst once even with all you had:  your love Sir?  By this fair light I am honest.

Dem.  Thou subtle Circe, Cast not upon the maiden light eclipses:  Curse not the day.

Cel.  Come, come, you shall not do this:  How fain you would seem angry now, to fright me; You are not in the field among your Enemies; Come, I must cool this courage.

Dem.  Out thou impudence,
Thou ulcer of thy Sex; when I first saw thee,
I drew into mine eyes mine own destruction,
I pull’d into my heart that sudden poyson,
That now consumes my dear content to cinders: 
I am not now Demetrius, thou hast chang’d me;
Thou, woman, with thy thousand wiles hast chang’d me;
Thou Serpent with thy angel-eyes hast slain me;
And where, before I touch’d on this fair ruine,
I was a man, and reason made, and mov’d me,
Now one great lump of grief, I grow and wander.

Cel.  And as you are noble, do you think I did this?

Dem.  Put all the Devils wings on, and flie from me.

Cel.  I will go from ye, never more to see ye: 
I will flie from ye, as a plague hangs o’re me;
And through the progress of my life hereafter;
Where ever I shall find a fool, a false man,
One that ne’re knew the worth of polish’d vertue;
A base suspecter of a virgins honour,
A child that flings away the wealth he cri’d for,
Him will I call Demetrius:  that fool Demetrius,
That mad man a Demetrius; and that false man,
The Prince of broken faiths, even Prince Demetrius. 
You think now, I should cry, and kneel down to ye,
Petition for my peace; let those that feel here
The weight of evil, wait for such a favour,
I am above your hate, as far above it,
In all the actions of an innocent life,
As the pure Stars are from the muddy meteors,
Cry when you know your folly:  howl and curse then,
Beat that unmanly breast, that holds a false heart
When ye shall come to know, whom ye have flung from ye.

Dem.  Pray ye stay a little.

Cel.  Not your hopes can alter me. 
Then let a thousand black thoughts muster in ye,
And with those enter in a thousand doatings;
Those eyes be never shut, but drop to nothing: 
My innocence for ever haunt and fright ye: 
Those arms together grow in folds; that tongue,
That bold bad tongue that barks out these disgraces. 
When you shall come to know how nobly vertuous
I have preserv’d my life, rot, rot within ye.