Cast. I will.
Pol. No more, I've done.
Cast. Why not?
Pol. I told you I had done;
But you, Castalio, would dispute it.
Cast. No,
Not with my Polydore; though I must own
My nature obstinate and void of sufferance.
Love reigns a very tyrant in my heart,
Attended on his throne by all his guards
Of furious wishes, fears, and nice suspicions.
I could not bear a rival in my friendship,
I am so much in love, and fond of thee.
Pol. Yet you would break this friendship
Cast. Not for crowns.
Pol. But for a toy you would, a woman's toy:
Unjust Castalio!
Cast. Pr'ythee, where's my fault?
Pol. You love Monimia.