Duke F. She is too subtle for thee; and her smoothness,
Her very silence, and her patience,
Speak to the people and they pity her.
Thou art a fool: she robs thee of thy name;
And thou wilt show more bright, and seem more virtuous,
When she is gone: then open not thy lips;
Firm and irrevocable is my doom
Which I have pass’d upon her; she is banish’d.
Cel. Pronounce that sentence then on me, my liege;
I cannot live out of her company.