[Rises and looks at him.
[Leans on him.
André.
Why is this?
Thou dost look pale, Honora—sick and wan—
Languid thy fainting limbs—
Honora.
All will be well.
But was it kind to leave me as thou didst—?
So rashly to desert thy vow-link'd wife?—
André.
When made another's both by vows and laws—
Honora [quitting his support].
What meanest thou?