Ern. I can't leave you,

Cas. Thou canst not serve me.

Ern. Why?

Cas. Because my thoughts

Ern. I hate the sex.

Cas. Then I'm thy friend, Ernesto!

[rises.

[exeunt.

ACT THE FOURTH.

SCENE I. A CHAMBER.

A CHAMBER.

Cas. Wish'd morning's come! And now upon the plains,

Mon. I come!

Cas. Oh——

Mon. Art thou not well, Castalio? Come, lean

Cas. 'Tis here—'tis in my head—'tis in my heart—

Mon. You shall not fear't; indeed, my nature's easy:

Cas. Nay, you shall not, madam;

Mon. Oh, kill me here, or tell me my offence

Cas. Away!——Last night! last night!——

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