Pis. Yes, 'Till soon, farewel, and bear up.
Host. If I do not,
Say I am recreant, I'll get things ready.
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
Enter Julio, and Angelo.
Jul. 'Tis strange thou should'st be thus, with thy discretion.
Ang. I am sure I am so.
Jul. I am well you see.
Ang. Keep your self warm then, and go home, & sleep,
And pray [to God] thou mayst continue so;
Would I had gone to th' Devil of an arrant,
When I was made a fool to see her; Leave me,
I am not fit for conversation.
Jul. Why, thou art worse than I was.