I am too ill. Look at me! See the fever
That burns upon my cheek. I must go hence.
I am too weak to dance. If you’re a man
You will not ask it of me.
Dol. She dreams still
Of what has passed to-night.
Pre. Did you say must?
Then by the heavens I will not. Tell them so!
Have they no feeling? I am not their slave.
I must go hence. I pray you do not harm me!