Acas. Methinks, if, as I guess, the fault's but small,

Cas. No.

Acas. What has she done?

Cas. That she's my wife, may heaven and you forgive me.

Acas. Be reconcil'd then.

Cas. No.

Acas. For my sake,

Cas. Why will you urge a thing my nature starts at?

Acas. Pr'ythee, forgive her.

Cas. Lightnings first shall blast me!

Acas. Did you but know the agonies she feels—

Cas. Ha! will she? Does she name Castalio?

Acas. Then wilt thou go? Blessings attend thy purpose!

Cas. I cannot hear Monimia's soul's in sadness,

Acas. Delay not then; but haste and cheer thy love.

Cas. Oh! I will throw my impatient arms about her;

[exeunt.

SCENE II. A CHAMBER.

A CHAMBER

Mon. Stand off, and give me room;

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