Mar. It may be any mans case; despise nothing:
And that's a thief of a good quality,
Most commonly he brings his theft home again,
Though with a little shame.
Jul. There's a charge by't
Fall'n upon me: Paris (the Millers son)
Her brother, dares not venture home again
Till better tidings follow of his Sister.
Ant. Y'are the more beholding to the mischance, Sir:
Had I gone a Boot-haling, I should as soon
Have stoll'n him as his Sister: Marry then,
To render him back in the same plight he is
May be costly: his flesh is not maintain'd with little.
Jul. I think the poor knave will pine away,
He cries all to be pittied yonder.
Mar. Pray you Sir, let's go see him: I should laugh
To see him cry, sure.
Jul. Well, you are merry, Sir.
Antonio, keep this charge; I have fears
Move me to lay it on you: Pray forbear
The ways of your enemies, the Bellides.
I have reason for my Injunction, Sir. [Exeunt.
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Ant. To me, Sir? from whom?
Am. A friend, I dare vow, Sir.
Though on the enemies part: the Lady Ismenia.
Mar. Take heed, blush not too deep; let me advise you
In your answer, 't must be done heedfully.