Seb.
I would not, by my will, have troubled you;
But, since you make your pleasure of your pains,
I will no farther 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 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 Antonio,
I can no other answer make, but, thanks,
And thanks, and ever: oft good turns^{5 note}

Are shuffled off with such uncurrent pay; 11Q0456
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,
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 galleys^{6 note}
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 traffic'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 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 the Elephant.—

Seb.

I do remember.