Or else return no more into my sight.
Luc. To plead for love deserves more fee than hate.
Jul. Will ye be gone?
Luc.
That you may ruminate. Exit.
I. 2.
50 Jul. And yet I would I had o’erlook’d the letter:
It were a shame to call her back again,
And pray her to a fault for which I chid her.
[What a fool] is she, that knows I am a maid,
And would not force the letter to my view!