Ant. I should not see a Masculine in peace
Out of that house.
Am. Alas, I'm a child, Sir,
Your hates cannot last till I wear a sword.
Ant. Await me for your answer.
Mar. He must see her,
To manifest his shame: 'tis my advantage;
While our bloud's under us, we keep above:
But then we fall, when we do fall in love. [Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima.
Enter Julio and Franio.
Fra. MY Lord, my Lord, your house hath injur'd me,
Rob'd [me] of all the joys I had on earth.
Jul. Where wert thou brought up (fellow?)