F. I have then your leave to stay away?
D.My leave?
I bid thee go, and never see me more.
I have done with thee, sir. Go!
[Exit F. bowing.
And that’s the man I loved; the man for whom
I sank to jealousy. Who is’t he loves?
He love! The fool was right: he loves himself.
Now will he bide at Milan. Ah, good sir,
Thy lady is not there, and yet thou goest