And so we shall befriend 'em. Ha! what does she there?

_Emb._ This is your answer King?

_Ant._ 'Tis like to prove so.

_Dem._ Fie, sweet, what makes you here?

_Cel._ Pray ye do not chide me.

_Dem._ You do your self much wrong and me.
I feel my fault which only was committed
Through my dear love to you: I have not seen ye,
And how can I live then? I have not spoke to ye--

_Dem._ I know this week ye have not; I will redeem all.
You are so tender now; think where you are, sweet.

_Cel._ What other light have I left?

_Dem._ Prethee _Celia_,
Indeed I'le see you presently.

_Cel._ I have done, Sir:
You will not miss?

_Dem._ By this, and this, I will not.

_Cel._ 'Tis in your will and I must be obedient.