Cel. How if I kill him?
Leo. Kill him? why, let him dye.
Cel. I know 'tis fit so. But why should I that lov'd him once, destroy him? O had he scap't this sin, what a brave Gentleman—
Leo. I must confess, had this not faln, a nobler, A handsomer, the whole world had not show'd ye: And to his making such a mind—
Cel. 'Tis certain: But all this I must now forget.
Leo. You shall not If I have any art: goe up sweet Lady, And trust my truth.
Cel. But good Sir bring him not.
Leo. I would not for the honour ye are born to, But you shall see him, and neglect him too, and scorn him.
Cel. You will be near me then.
Leo. I will be with ye; Yet there's some hope to stop this gap, I'le work hard. [Ex.