Pol. Never.

Cas. Oh! think a little what thy heart is doing:

Pol. Go to Monimia; in her arms thou'lt find

Cas. What arts?

Pol. Blind wretch! thou husband? there's a question!

Cas. What?

Pol. Whore? I think that word needs no explaining.

Cas. Alas! I can forgive e'en this to thee;

Pol. It seems I lie, then!

Cas. Should the bravest man

Pol. Damn the evasion!

Cas. A base-born villain!

Pol. Yes! thou never cam'st

Cas. Thou art my brother still.

Pol. Thou liest!

Cas. Nay, then——

[draws.

Pol. A coward's always so.

Cas. Ah!—ah!—that stings home! Coward!

Pol. Ay, base-born coward! villain!

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