Cham. Indeed, I've been to blame;

[takes Monimia's hand.

Acas. Forbear the prologue,

Cham. You took her up, a little tender flower,

Acas. You talk to me in parables, Chamont:

Cham. Your son——

Acas. I've two; and both, I hope, have honour.

Cham. I hope so too; but——

Acas. Speak.

Cham. I must inform you,

Acas. Still Castalio!

Cham. Yes;

Acas. Ha! wrong'd her?

Cham. Marry'd her.

Acas. I'm sorry for't.

Cham. Why sorry?

Acas. I'll not deny't.

Cham. You dare not; by the gods,

Acas. How has Castalio wrong'd her?

Cham. Ask that of him. I say, my sister's wrong'd:

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