Must be renounced. ’Tis of necessity
I now depart. Yet should you need me again,
Send, and I come. God’s peace be with you.[Exit.
K.He is gone—
Incredible! Consenting: I could not gloss it:
Before my eyes, the eyes of Africa.
Is this her secret? this her melancholy
That cannot love? Treachery and apostasy!
Or that sick passion is it, which some have suffered
For things strange and detestable. I will see her: