III.
Celia now is mine no more;
But I am her's, and must adore,
Nor to leave her will endeavour;
Charms, that captived me before,
No unkindness can dissever;
Love, that's true, is love for ever.
Jup. O stay.
Merc. She's gone; and seemed to frown at parting.
Jup. Follow, and thou shalt see her soon appeased;