Acas. You shall have justice.

Cham. Nay, I will have justice!

[exit.

Acas. Farewell, proud boy.—

Mon. My lord.

Acas. You are my daughter.

Mon. I am, my lord, if you'll vouchsafe to own me.

Acas. When you'll complain to me, I'll prove a father.

[exit.

Mon. Now I'm undone for ever! Who on earth

[sits down.

Pol. Monimia weeping!

Mon. Let me alone to sorrow; 'tis a cause

Pol. Happy, Monimia, he to whom these sighs,

Mon. My lord!

Pol. Nay, wonder not; last night I heard

Mon. Banish such fruitless hopes!

Pol. What means my love?

Mon. What meant my lord?

Pol. Is that a question now to be demanded?

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