Cel. You have not brought him?
Leo. Yes faith, And there he is: you see in what poor plight too, Now you may doe your will, kill him, or save him.
Cel. I will goe back.
Leo. I will be hang'd then Lady, Are ye a coward now?
Cel. I cannot speak to him.
Dem. O me.
Leo. There was a sigh to blow a Church down; So, now their eyes are fixt, the small shot playes, They will come to th' batterie anon.
Cel. He weeps extreamly.
Leo. Rail at him now.
Cel. I dare not.