Account me not your servant.
Leon. This is all:
Do't and thou hast the one half of my heart;
Do't not, thou splitt'st thine own.
Cam. I'll do't, my lord.
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Leon. I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me. [Exit.
Cam. O miserable lady! But, for me,
What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner