Jes.
I am ^note sorry thou wilt leave my father so:
Our house is hell; and thou, a merry devil,
Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness.
But fare thee well; there is a ducat for thee:
And, Launcelot, soon at supper shalt thou see
Lorenzo, who is thy new master's guest:
Give him this letter; do it secretly;
And so farewell: I would not have my father
See me in talk ^note with thee.

Laun.

Adieu! tears exhibit my tongue. Most beautiful

pagan, most sweet Jew! if a Christian did ^note not play the knave, and get thee ^note, I am much deceived. But, adieu: these foolish drops do something ^note drown my manly spirit: adieu.

Jes.
Farewell, good Launcelot. [Exit Launcelot.
Alack, what heinous sin is it in me
To be ashamed to be my father's child! ^note
But though I am a daughter to his blood,
I am not to his manners. O Lorenzo,
If thou keep promise, I shall end this strife,
Become a Christian, and thy loving wife. [Exit. ^note

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