Cle. What's that?
Malf. If you are come, Sir, for Clarinda;
I am glad I have her for you; I resign
My interest; you'll find her in her Chamber,
I did stay up to tell you so.
Clean. Clarinda, and Leon!
There is something more in this
Than I can stay to ask. [Exit.
Malf. What a cold pickle
(And that none of the sweetest) do I find
My poor self in!
Clean. [Speaks within.] Yield villain.
Enter Clarinda and Leon, running. Cleander following.
Clar. 'Tis my Lord,
Shift for your self.
Leon. His life
Shall first make answer [Kills Cleander.
For this intrusion.
Malf. I am going away,
I am gone already. [Falls in a swoon.
Clean. Heaven take mercy on
My soul; too true presaging Host.