Cel.  I must confess, I could most spightfully afflict him; Now, now, I could whet my anger at him; Now arm’d with bitterness, I could shoot through him; I long to vex him.

Leo.  And doe it home, and bravely.

Cel.  Were I a man!

Leo.  I’le help that weakness in ye:  I honour ye, and serve ye.

Cel.  Not only to disclaim me,
When he had seal’d his vowes in Heaven, sworn to me,
And poor believing I became his servant: 
But most maliciously to brand my credit,
Stain my pure name.

Leo.  I would not suffer it:  See him I would again, and to his teeth too:  Od’s precious, I would ring him such a lesson—­

Cel.  I have done that already.

Leo.  Nothing, nothing: 
It was too poor a purge; besides, by this time
He has found his fault, and feels the hells that follow it. 
That, and your urg’d on anger to the highest,
Why, ’twill be such a stroak—­

Cel.  Say he repent then, And seek with tears to soften, I am a woman; A woman that have lov’d him, Sir, have honour’d him:  I am no more.

Leo.  Why, you may deal thereafter.

Cel.  If I forgive him, I am lost.

Leo.  Hold there then, The sport will be to what a poor submission—­ But keep you strong.

Cel.  I would not see him.

Leo.  Yes, You shall Ring his knell.

Cel.  How if I kill him?

Leo.  Kill him? why, let him dye.

Cel.  I know ’tis fit so.  But why should I that lov’d him once, destroy him?  O had he scap’t this sin, what a brave Gentleman—­

Leo.  I must confess, had this not faln, a nobler, A handsomer, the whole world had not show’d ye:  And to his making such a mind—­

Cel.  ’Tis certain:  But all this I must now forget.

Leo.  You shall not If I have any art:  goe up sweet Lady, And trust my truth.

Cel.  But good Sir bring him not.

Leo.  I would not for the honour ye are born to, But you shall see him, and neglect him too, and scorn him.

Cel.  You will be near me then.

Leo.  I will be with ye; Yet there’s some hope to stop this gap, I’le work hard. [Ex.

SCENA II.

Enter Antigonus, Menip. two Gent.  Lieutenant, and Lords.

Ant.  But is it possible this fellow took it?

2 Gent.  It seems so by the violence it wrought with, Yet now the fits ev’n off.

Men.  I beseech your Grace.

Ant.  Nay, I forgive thy wife with all my heart,
And am right glad she drank it not her self,
And more glad that the vertuous maid escap’t it,
I would not for the world ’thad hit:  but that this Souldier,
Lord how he looks, that he should take this vomit;
Can he make rimes too?