[241] If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
You would not make me such an argument.
[243] But fare ye well: ’tis partly my own fault;
Which death or absence soon shall remedy.
245 Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse:
[246] My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!
Hel. O excellent!
Her.
Sweet, do not scorn her so.
Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel.