[Turns away.
And dallying is the feebleness of fools.
Bianca.
And will lies save it—tho they be for Heaven!—
To one who nigh has lost her soul for you?
[When he does not answer, more penetratively.
We have been friends, Osio, long been friends,
And, woman that I am, I would 'twere more,
But in this I suspect—
Osio.