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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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SCENE III. A Street. Enter Sebastian, and Antonio.

Seb.
I would not, by my will, have troubl'd 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, (though so much,
As might have drawn one to a longer voyage)
But jealousy what might befal your travel,
Being skilless in these parts; which to a stranger,
Unguided, and unfriended, often prove
Rough and unhospitable: My willing love,
The rather by these arguments of fear,
Set forth in your pursuit.

Seb.
My kind Antonio,
I can no other answer make, but, thanks,
And thanks, note and ever thanks; and oft good turns
Are shuffl'd off with such uncurrent pay:
But, were my worth, as is my conscience, firm,
You should find better dealing. What's to do?
Shall we go see the reliques 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 satisfy our eyes
With the memorials, and the things of fame,

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That do renown this city.

Ant.
'Would you'd pardon me;
I do not without danger walk these streets:
Once, in a sea-fight, 'gainst the count 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.
The offence is not of such a bloody nature;
Albeit the quality of the 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 myself 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 &dagger2; my purse:
In the south suburbs, at the elephant,
Is best to lodge: I will bespeak our diet,
While 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 the elephant:

Seb.
I do remember.
[Exeunt severally.
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Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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