Leo. And if you should then jump into your fury, And have another querk in your head.
Dem. I'le dye first.
Leo. You must say nothing to her; for 'tis certain, The nature of your crime will admit [no] excuse.
Dem. I will not speak, mine eyes shall tell my penance.
Leo. You must look wondrous sad too.
Dem. I need not look so, I am truly sadness self.
Leo. That look will do it:
Stay here, I'le bring her to you instantly:
But take heed how you bear your self: sit down there,
The more humble you are, the more she'l take compassion.
Women are per'lous thing to deal upon. [Exit.
Dem. What shall become of me? to curse my fortune,
Were but to curse my Father; that's too impious;
But under whatsoever fate I suffer,
Bless I beseech thee heaven her harmless goodness.
Enter Leontius, and Celia.
Leo. Now arm your self.