Theo. Go forward.
Leo. But oh, man, [man,] unconstant, careless man,
Oh subtle man, how many are thy mischiefs;
Oh Mark-antonio, I may curse those kisses.
Theo. What did you call him Lady?
Leo. Mark-antonio
The name to me of misery.
Theo. Pray foreward.
Leo. From these we bred desires sir; but lose me heaven
If mine were lustful.
Theo. I believe.
L[e]o. This nearness
Made him importunate; When to save mine honor
Love having full possession of my powers,
I got a Contract from him.
Theo. Sealed?
Leo. And sworn too;
Which since, for some offence heaven laid upon me,
I lost among my monies in the robbery,
The loss that makes me poorest: this won from him
Fool that I was, and too too credulous,
I pointed him a by-way to my chamber
The next night at an hour.