[032] Ros. No, faith, hate him not, for my sake.
[033] Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserve well?
[034] Ros. Let me love him for that, and do you love him 035 because I do. Look, here comes the Duke.
[036] Cel. With his eyes full of anger.
Enter Duke Frederick, with Lords.
[037] Duke F. Mistress, dispatch you with your safest haste
And get you from our court.
Ros.
Me, uncle?
Duke F.