_SCENA II._


_Enter_ Demetrius, _and_ Celia.

_Cel_. Must ye needs go?

_Dem_. Or stay with all dishonour.

_Cel_. Are there not men enough to fight?

_Dem_. Fie _Celia_.
This ill becomes the noble love you bear me;
Would you have your love a coward?

_Cel_. No; believe Sir,
I would have him fight, but not so far off from me.

_Dem_. Wouldst have it thus? or thus?

_Cel_. If that be fighting--

_Dem_. Ye wanton fool: when I come home again
I'le fight with thee, at thine own weapon _Celia_,
And conquer thee too.

_Cel_. That you have done already,
You need no other Arms to me, but these Sir;
But will you fight your self Sir?