Cas. No matter

Pol. You would not wed Monimia, would you?

Cas. Wed her!

Pol. It is an elder brother's duty, so

Cas. Mere vanity, and silly dotage, all:—

Pol. Who shall possess th' estate you leave?

Cas. My friend,

Pol. 'Tis kindly offer'd.

Cas. By yon heaven, I love

Pol. And, by that heaven, eternally I swear

Cas. No matter whose.

Pol. Were you not with her privately last night?

Cas. I was; and should have met her here again.

Pol. By heaven, I will not.

Cas. If't prove thy fortune, Polydore, to conquer

Pol. Though she be dearer to my soul than rest

Mon. Pass'd not Castalio and Polydore this way?

Page. Madam, just now.

Mon. Sure, some ill fate's upon me:

Page. Why, madam, have I done you any wrong?

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