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Charles Gildon [1709–1710], The works of Mr. William Shakespear; in six [seven] volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts. Revis'd and Corrected, with an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author. By N. Rowe ([Vol. 7] Printed for E. Curll... and E. Sanger [etc.], London) [word count] [S11401].
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SCENE III. The Street. Enter Sebastian and Anthonio.

Seb.
I would not by my Will have troubled you,
But since you make your Pleasure of your Pains,
I will no further chide you.

Ant.
I could not stay behind you; my Desire,
More sharp than filed Steel, did spur me forth,
And not all Love to see you, tho' so much
As might have drawn one to a longer Voyage,
But Jealousie, what might befall your Travel,
Being skilless in these Parts; which to a Stranger,
Unguided and unfriended, often prove

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Rough and unhospitable. My willing Love,
The rather by these Arguments of Fear
Set forth in your Pursuit.

Seb.
My kind Anthonio,
I can no other Answer make, but Thanks:
But were my Worth, as is my Conscience firm,
You should find better Dealing: What's to do?
Shall we go see the Relicks of this Town?

Ant.
To Morrow, Sir, best first go see your Lodging.

Seb.
I am not weary, and 'tis long to Night,
I pray you let us satisfie our Eyes
With the Memorials, and the Things of Fame
That do renown this City.

Ant.
Would you'ld pardon me:
I do not without Danger walk these Streets.
Once in a Sea-fight 'gainst the Duke his Gallies,
I did some Service, of such Note indeed,
That were I ta'en here, it would scarce be answer'd.

Seb.
Belike you slew great Number of his People.

Ant.
Th' Offence is not of such a bloody Nature,
Albeit the Quality of Time, and Quarrel,
Might well have given us bloody Argument:
It might have since been answer'd in repaying
What we took from them, which for Traffick's sake
Most of our City did. Only my self stood out,
For which if I be lapsed in this place
I shall pay dear.

Seb.
Do not then walk too open.

Ant.
It doth not fit me: Hold, Sir, here's my Purse.
In the South Suburbs at the Elephant
Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our Diet,
Whiles you beguile the time, and feed your Knowledge
With viewing of the Town, there shall you have me.

Seb.
Why I your Purse?

Ant.
Haply your Eye shall light upon some Toy
You have desire to purchase; and your Store
I think is not for idle Markets, Sir.

Seb.
I'll be your Purse-bearer, and leave you
For an Hour.

Ant.
To th' Elephant.

Seb.
I do remember.
[Exeunt.

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Charles Gildon [1709–1710], The works of Mr. William Shakespear; in six [seven] volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts. Revis'd and Corrected, with an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author. By N. Rowe ([Vol. 7] Printed for E. Curll... and E. Sanger [etc.], London) [word count] [S11401].
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