ANOTHER PART OF THE SAME.
ENTER MOSCA AND CORVINO, CELIA FOLLOWING.
MOS: Death on me! you are come too soon, what meant you?
Did not I say, I would send?
CORV: Yes, but I fear'd
You might forget it, and then they prevent us.
MOS [ASIDE.]: Prevent! did e'er man haste so, for his horns?
A courtier would not ply it so, for a place.
--Well, now there's no helping it, stay here;
I'll presently return.
[EXIT.]
CORV: Where are you, Celia?
You know not wherefore I have brought you hither?
CEL: Not well, except you told me.
CORV: Now, I will:
Hark hither.
[EXEUNT.]