Ies. His words were farewell mistris, nothing else

Shy. The patch is kinde enough, but a huge feeder:

Snaile-slow in profit, but he sleepes by day

More then the wilde-cat: drones hiue not with me,

Therefore I part with him, and part with him

To one that I would haue him helpe to waste

His borrowed purse. Well Iessica goe in,

Perhaps I will returne immediately;

Doe as I bid you, shut dores after you, fast binde, fast

finde,

A prouerbe neuer stale in thriftie minde.

Enter.

Ies. Farewell, and if my fortune be not crost,

I haue a Father, you a daughter lost.

Enter.

Enter the Maskers, Gratiano and Salino.

Gra. This is the penthouse vnder which Lorenzo

Desired vs to make a stand

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