Cas. Is love a fault?

Pol. In one of us it may be——

Cas. Then I must inform you

Pol. You will?

Cas. I will.

Pol. No more; I've done.

Cas. Why not?

Pol. I told you, I had done.

Cas. No;

Pol. Yet you will break this friendship!

Cas. Not for crowns.

Pol. But for a toy you would, a woman's toy,

Cas. Pr'ythee, where's my fault?

Pol. You love Monimia.

Cas. Yes.

Pol. And you would kill me,

Cas. No;—sure we're such friends,

Pol. I dote upon Monimia.

Cas. Love her still;

Pol. Both of us cannot.

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