Anna. Well?
Ces. Of your suspicions one
Lingers within you?
Anna. Ay, a legion,
That at your presence to their mistress’ pride
Turn traitors, and all fight on Cesar’s side!
Ces. Farewell then, my divine implacable!
Anna. Victim and idol of my eyes, farewell!
[Exeunt severally.
Laz. Well, and what has my mistress to say to me? Does she also play the scornful lady?