Cam. Stays here longer.
Leon. Ay, but why?
Cam. To [satisfy] your highness, and the entreaties
Of our most gracious mistress.
Leon. Satisfy!
The entreaties of your mistress! satisfy!
Let that suffice. [I have] trusted thee, Camillo,
With all the [nearest things to] my heart, [as well]
My chamber-councils; wherein, priest-like, thou
Hast cleansed my bosom, I from thee departed