Cel. Redeem?
Leo. I know it— There's no way left.
Cel. For Heavens sake do not name him, Do not think on him Sir, he's so far from me In all my thoughts now, methinks I never knew him.
Leo. But yet I would see him again.
Cel. No, never, never.
Leo. I do not mean to lend him any comfort;
But to afflict him, so to torture him;
That even his very Soul may shake within him:
To make him know, though he be great and powerfull,
'Tis not within his aim to deal dishonourably,
And carry it off; and with a maid of your sort.
Cel. I must confess, I could most spightfully afflict him;
Now, now, I could whet my anger at him;
Now arm'd with bitterness, I could shoot through him;
I long to vex him.
Leo. And doe it home, and bravely.
Cel. Were I a man!
Leo. I'le help that weakness in ye: I honour ye, and serve ye.