Cel. Not only to disclaim me,
When he had seal'd his vowes in Heaven, sworn to me,
And poor believing I became his servant:
But most maliciously to brand my credit,
Stain my pure name.
Leo. I would not suffer it: See him I would again, and to his teeth too: Od's precious, I would ring him such a lesson—
Cel. I have done that already.
Leo. Nothing, nothing:
It was too poor a purge; besides, by this time
He has found his fault, and feels the hells that follow it.
That, and your urg'd on anger to the highest,
Why, 'twill be such a stroak—
Cel. Say he repent then,
And seek with tears to soften, I am a woman;
A woman that have lov'd him, Sir, have honour'd him:
I am no more.
Leo. Why, you may deal thereafter.
Cel. If I forgive him, I am lost.
Leo. Hold there then, The sport will be to what a poor submission— But keep you strong.
Cel. I would not see him.
Leo. Yes, You shall Ring his knell.