Cel. Be just, I am commanded.
Ant. I will not wrong ye.
Cel. Then thus low falls my duty.
Ant. Can ye love me? Say I, and all I have—
Cel. I cannot love ye;
Without the breach of faith I cannot hear ye;
Ye hang upon my love, like frosts on Lilies:
I can dye, but I cannot love: you are answer'd.
Ant. I must find apter means, I love her truly.
SCENA II.
Enter Demetr. Leon. Lieu. Gent. Sould. and Host.
Dem. Hither do you say she is come?
Host. Yes Sir, I am sure on't:
For whilest I waited upon ye, putting my Wife in trust,
I know not by what means, but the King found her,
And hither she was brought; how, or to what end—