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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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SCENE VI. 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
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,
And thanks: and ever oft-good turns
Are shuffled 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 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

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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 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 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 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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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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