Phil. No; if you could heal, as you have wounded me,
But 'tis not in your power.
Theo. I fear intemperance.
Phil. Nay, do not seek to shun me: I must see you:
By heaven I must: hoa, there mine Host: a Candle:
Strive not, I will not stir ye.
Theo. Noble Sir
This is a breach of promise.
Phil. Tender Lady
It shall be none but necessary: hoa, there,
Some light, some light for heavens sake.
Theo. Will ye betray me?
Are ye a Gentleman?
Phil. Good woman:
Theo. Sir.
Enter Diego with a light.
Phil. If I be prejudicial to you, curse me.