Cel. Is he your friend?
Val. He should be, for he is near me.
Cel. Will not he dye then,
When th'other shall recover?
Val. Ye have pos'd me.
Cel. Methinks he should go near it, if he love her;
If she love him.
Val. She does, and would do equal.
Cel. 'Tis a hard task you put me; yet for your sake
I will speak to her, all the art I have;
My best endeavours; all his Youth and Person,
His mind more full of beauty; all his hopes
The memory of such a sad example,
Ill spoken of, and never old; the curses
Of loving maids, and what may be alledg'd
I'll lay before her: what's her Name? I am ready.
Val. But will you deal effectually?
Cel. Most truly;
Nay, were it my self, at your entreaty.
Val. And could ye be so pitiful?