Ang. Mercy upon me! what a face she has!
Would it were vail'd again.
Lel. Why did you let
This flattering man in to me? did not I
Charge thee to keep me from his eyes again,
As carefully as thou wouldst keep thine own?
Thou hast brought me poyson in a shape of Heaven,
Whose violence will break the hearts of all,
Of all weak Women, as it hath done mine,
That are such fools to love, and look upon him.
Good Sir, be gone, you know not what an ease
Your absence is.
Ang. By Heaven she is a wonder,
I cannot tell what 'tis, but I am quamish.
Jul. Though I desire to be here more than Heaven,
As I am now, yet if my sight offend you,
So much I love to be commanded by you,
That I will go; farewel—
Lel. I should say something
E're you depart, and I would have you hear me;
But why should I speak to a man that hates me,
And will but laugh at any thing I suffer?
Jul. If this be hate—
Lel. Away, away, deceiver.
Jul. Now help me, Angelo!
Ang. I am worse than thou art.
Lel. Such tears as those might make another Woman
Believe thee honest, Julio, almost me,
That know their ends, for I confess they stir me.